False Alarm

I am a CPA and I'm nine months pregnant. So I did everything I could to get this baby to come before today, for tax purposes. Unfortunately, nothing worked. So today I sit here still pregnant and bitter but still hopeful this will be a great new year.

Last night I seriously started having pelvic pain around 6pm, right after my 4 year old woke me up from a nap by punching me in the pregnant belly. (I don't think it was intentional - he couldn't even see the belly under the blanket.) I knew it was too late to have the baby before midnight, so we proceeded with our plans to have dinner at El Charro, a local favorite Mexican restaurant, with 10 of Ben's family members. I felt pretty miserable the whole time but, just like earlier in the day, when I stuffed myself sick at Tupelo Honey Cafe, I kept thinking it might be my last meal so I stuffed myself again with chips, salsa, and guacamole salad.

When we left we went home and I went ahead and called the doctor to see if I needed to come in. They said yes. (Note: it was already too late to get the tax deduction so this was not a ploy.) So at 9:30pm I called mom to take William there on the way to hospital. Of course she didn't answer. Ben and I called her multiple times to no avail. So I said we should just go ahead and take William by her house because she was likely there and had lost her phone again. When we got to her house she was there, she had lost her phone, and Ben said that if I had come in I probably wouldn't have left William with her. He said her kitchen was a disaster with dirty pots and pans out everywhere and when he put William in her bed, there were no sheets on it.

Didn't really matter I guess because of course she let him get up (we found out when we were leaving the hospital at 11:40pm and he was still up and awake.)

Today, we are all exhausted and it has rained all day and I didn't get my tax deduction and have to go back to work tomorrow. Happy New Year!