We send you our deepest apologies Aedan

Ok so....Pat and I are already messing with this kid. It was my one fear that I would somehow cause this child to become disturbed and now it seems it's becoming a reality. However, I cannot alone take the credit.

We had a dr. appointment this morning hoping for some news that the eviction notice we administered yesterday would be upheld and we would soon be able to meet this little guy who has been doing summersaults for the past couple of months inside my belly. It seems that is unlikely - at least for the short term.

Somehow, and don't ask me how, we have had his due date wrong all along. During the appointment Pat made a comment about yesterday being Aedan's due date. The doctor looked through the chart and said, "We have you down as being due April 1st." Pat and looked at each other in astonishment. How could this happen? Did we make up March 26th? Is there any significance to that date that we would just choose it randomly? The doctor said we've apparently had several different dates ranging from March 15th through March 29th and now April 1st. We specifically remember March 15, March 29th and March 26. But April 1st? There was NEVER any mention of that!

It's not like April 1st is that far off from the other dates we've been given so there's no need to worry. But now, I feel horrible for trying to rush the little one into coming early or at least on the 26th when the 26th apparently was a figment of his parent's imagination! What are we setting this kid up for later in life? Poor guy. I really feel for him!

This is for Aedan: Your eviction notice is herewith withdrawn. Massive amounts of apologies for trying to kick you out are directed your way. You now have an extension on your rent for another 6 days. Enjoy it while you can buddy!

Aedan's Eviction Notice on D-Day

There is officially no more room in the inn! We have issued Aedan his two-day eviction notice but at this point he doesn't seem to be listening. I think this is the beginning of an 18 year stand-off of stubborness.

His hesitancy to come into the world could also be a demonstration of other more positive personality traits. For example, he could be showing his strength of character, willingness to persevere and his resistance to peer or parent pressure. Blah, Blah, Blah I say! He'll have plenty of time to show us these personality traits! Enough with the stand-off already!

Pat and I have tried coaxing, assuring him that he will have all of the creature comforts he's been accustomed to inside the womb, i.e. lots of food, sleep, and love. We've tried pleading with him. I've even stooped so far down as to bribe with money, toys, vacations and a life without chores but nothing seems to be working. I've tried to explain that even though his Mom and Dad seem outrageously crazy at times that we're really Ok people that is once you get to know us.

So we wait... but the eviction notice still stands.

Update on Aedan's Progress

I had an appointment yesterday hoping to find out some good news about when this little guy will finally be making an appearance - something he apparently is not wanting to do.

Midwife was a little concerned since I'm already measuring 41 weeks! She snuck my in for an ultrasound which revealed that he is weighing in at about 8 lbs 8 ounces! If you could have seen me when she told me the news you probably would've noticed my eyes bulging out of their sockets and wondering how on earth I am going to survive giving birth to such a large baby - and that he might look like he's two years old already by the time he arrives!

They're choosing not to induce just yet which I'm a little hesitant about doing anway. Maybe something will happen in the next couple of days. Pray that his growth doesn't reach the 10# mark and doesn't cause his mama too much pain. Ouch!

In any case, it's back to the doctor next thursday. My due date is wednesday. Cross your fingers that he comes then or before.

This is Insanity

I should preface this by informing everyone that this is Pat typing so, today rather than a rant from Sara your going to get one from me. What am I ranting about you may ask, what is insane? It's kind of ironic that what I think is insane, what I want to rant about is this blog! It's not the blog itself that bothers me, but the idea that for me to really care, really be excited about the arrival of my son I must pour out all my thoughts and emotions to all of you. Doing this may be important to Sara, I respect that, it may indicate something to all of you who read these things, but to me it's not important. I have chosen to channel my excitement into remodeling the nursery, putting together high chairs, swings, strollers, searching the internet for weeks to decide which is the safest and most comfortable car seat for Aedan to travel in. For some reason these things are not enough for me to indicate my excitement. I'm also anxious and nervous and worried about whether or not we will be good parents; I don't wear that on my sleeve either. See, the thing is, I'm a private person, I choose to keep my thoughts mostly to myself, I don't think its anyone's business what I think, and it upsets me that I need to "blog" for my wife to know I care.

It is, to me, drastically inaccurate for anyone who blogs to think that anyone cares about what you think, or is really that interested in your life. I will, when Aedan is born, post pictures on here for everyone to see, especially those friends and family of ours who are not local. I am not, however, so egotistical to think you want to know my thoughts about any of this. Updates, pictures, they're fine, but I dont need to know any of your thoughts on life or anything else so I wont spill mine to you!

Everday I think about what our son will look like, think about holding him, feeding him, teaching him what I know, how to swing a golf club (not like me), I could go on forever. Most of all I pray, I pray that he will be healthy, happy, succesful, that he will never have to know pain, fear, that this world doesn't continue to rip itself apart. If this is what the world has come to, writing in blogs for all to see, if this is what reveals to people that I care, then I need to pray alot more, because we have reached a point of no return and have become even more shameful of a society than I care for my son to be raised in!

Giddiness!

As predictable and calm as I am, I find myself giddy with excitement. It's a quiet excitement mostly contained inside my head. But last night after eating a yummy turkey sub with hot peppers (which I think Aedan also enjoyed - or maybe that was just gas?) Aedan was moving uncontrollably! You could see body parts bouncing up and down and as he was doing his acrobatics I found myself actually imagining what it's going to be like when he finally arrives!

I know...I've had over 8 months to be imagining this which I have in a casual sort of way. I know that he has to come out eventually and that our casual lifestyle will suddenly be flipped upside down with middle of the night feedings, constant diaper changing and thinking of not only ourselves but now including a little one's needs and wants to the mix. I haven't really freaked about this yet...I'm sure it will happen at some point.

But it was last night and now spilling into today that I really cannot wait until he gets here. I can't wait to see what and who he looks like more. I can't wait to have that baby smell (no matter how good or bad) around me 24 hours a day. I can't wait to be so exhausted and at the same time overwhelmed - feelings I would generally suffer through but because they're put upon me by someone I had a part in creating makes it all worth it. I can't wait to say "my son" or that "I'm Aedan's mommy" or later in life "AEDAN MCLEAN!!!!! YOU ARE BEHAVING JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER SO KNOCK IT OFF!" I can't wait...I can't wait...

I'm thrilled, excited, happy, ecstatic, joyful, overflowing and giddy - even if it's quietly held inside.

Grocery Carts

This is officially a rant. A short rant.

Not that I expect the seas to part as I walk through the store but come on people. It was about a week ago that I really felt like I was a moving target for all things coming my way. Now I realize I'm not really a target at all...people are simply oblivious to the fact that I'm nearly nine months pregnant. Maybe I shouldn't feel upset by this because they show the same inconsideration to 90 year old men and women.

I was nearly side-swiped ten times in the grocery store by renegade shopping carts. When will it ever end?