...I'm still not in labor.
Preliminary signs of labor continue to be encouraging: more cramps, more show, a restless and backachy night. No contractions.
I went to the library and picked up a stack of frivolous reading material: five Georgette Heyers, four YA fantasies, and the lastest Jasper Fforde. We did a dry run of the drive to the hospital. (Yes, it's only five minutes away. Yes, we drive past it frequently. Yes,
curiousangel insisted anyway.) Now
curiousangel and
saoba are out buying the last couple of things we need. I've got a load of baby clothes in the dryer. Hospital bag is mostly packed, except for my snacks and drinks. (Yay for midwives who let you eat and drink during labor.)
Other things left to do:
- Burn two remaining "labor" playlists to disc.
- Make out an on-paper list of people to call when the baby is born, and retrieve their numbers from the various places I have them stored.
- Set up an e-mail group for people who will be receiving the announcement that way.
- Leave my LJ password for
saoba, who will be coming back to the house after the birth to notify you all. (
curiousangel will be staying at the hospital.)
I am feeling good: happy and excited. I'm hoping that labor starts in the next couple of days, and from my symptoms I kind of expect that it will, but I'm not desperate.
Preliminary signs of labor continue to be encouraging: more cramps, more show, a restless and backachy night. No contractions.
I went to the library and picked up a stack of frivolous reading material: five Georgette Heyers, four YA fantasies, and the lastest Jasper Fforde. We did a dry run of the drive to the hospital. (Yes, it's only five minutes away. Yes, we drive past it frequently. Yes,
Other things left to do:
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I am feeling good: happy and excited. I'm hoping that labor starts in the next couple of days, and from my symptoms I kind of expect that it will, but I'm not desperate.
Re: Labor Playlist
Date: 2005-03-26 07:37 pm (UTC)My friend Derek Stokes, the guy who ran the first SF bookshop in the world, Dark They Were, and Golden Eyed in London, made a tape of labour music for me. (They did have CDs in 1990, but not of a sort you could make yourself, and anyway I didn't have a CD player myself until 2002.) On this tape was every song he could fit into 90 minutes that mentioned babies. So there's Don MacLean's "Wonderful Baby" which the midwives loved and danced to, and Jefferson Airplane's "Belly Button Window" and a country-rock song called "My Baby's Feeling Funny in the Morning/ She says she's got a lot on her mind/ nature didn't give her any warning..." about an unexpected pregnancy, and lots of really odd and cool and peculiar things. Most of them I'd never heard before, and some of them I still don't know the artist or anything about them. We didn't play it beforehand, and we took a couple of other things with us to the hospital, but we ended up playing it pretty much end to end through the 27 hours of labour. Zorinth was born, as I've told everyone ever since, to "That song about the two cats in the yard."
I used to play the tape every year on his birthday until he got old enough to be embarrassed. I still have it.