Baby...Keep Cooking (per Mark's request).

Well, I've been 3cm since Thursday and there is still no baby. I knew that I could potentially stay at 3cm for a few weeks but I was hopeful that the baby would arrive over the weekend. I am getting a little uncomfortable but more than that, I am sick and tired of peeing roughly every 20 minutes during the day and every hour at night. I should buy stock in Charmin toilet paper because I am running through that stuff at a ridiculous pace.

Anyhow, I got a pedicure on Saturday and the lady massaged the pressure points on my feet that could induce labor. I told my mom about it later that afternoon and she said something to the effect that she wishes I would have called her beforehand to tell her that because she would have told me that she was sick so it wasn't a good time for me to go into labor. Well, she didn't have to worry because it obviously didn't work.

On Sunday, I was standing in the kitchen talking to Mark when I felt my underwear and jeans get a little wet. I immediately thought that my water broke. Upon inspection, however, there wasn't that much liquid. There was enough for me to notice it and it didn't smell like pee but I didn't leak after that so who knows?! 

When I told Mark that I was "leaking" he said that I couldn't have the baby right then because he wanted to go fishing. I immediately told him that that would not be happening because we had to finish the last of the baby stuff yesterday (which we did) and that I didn't want him gone where he potentially wouldn't have cell phone reception in case I needed him. He responded that he was going to an area where he did have reception which only pissed me off because I've called him before when he has been fishing at this specific location and he hasn't answered because he told me that he didn't have reception! Apparently, he does have reception, he just chooses not to answer my calls when he is fishing...he is too busy enjoying his man time or whatever. Ugh! 

To make matters worse, I just got a phone call from him in which he said that he had taken a significant amount of money in loan applications this morning and that it was really a bad time for the baby to come (as if I have any control over this). He also said that I needed to either call a sitter to help me in the evenings with Trent or do everything myself because he would be too busy working to get these loans apps processed over the next few days. I really wanted to laugh out loud because Mark does one thing with Trent at night...ONE! He lotions him and dresses him after I give him a bath. That's it. It's not like he plays with him for hours on end during the evenings because he is working (to my husband's credit, he is a very, very hard worker which I admire). 

What astonished me however,  is that he felt the need to call me to tell me that he is too busy to take the 10 minutes or less that he usually gives Trent in the evenings because he has to work really late this week. I get it....I really do! He is busy and wants to get this stuff done before the baby arrives but the fact that he acts like he does so much work with Trent every night baffles me! He always makes it seem to others that he is the primary caregiver in the evenings and I always want to laugh because he lotions and clothes the kid...he doesn't read to him or brush his teeth or even put him down in his crib...I do. 

So, I told Mark that I didn't need to call the sitter and pay her for the ten minutes of her time that it would take to do Mark's job :)  I could do it myself and in less than five minutes! If Mark thinks that he deserves a gold star for clothing his child in the evenings, then I surely need diamonds since I take care of Trent the other 23 hours and 50 minutes of the day! 

Mark again began to explain how he really needed these next few days to work late and get everything at work situated. Apparently, I am to keep my legs closed until Mark is ready for him to come...silly man! I will do my best to accommodate Mark's wishes and keep him cooking just a little longer. I am sure that Mark is praying that his prediction that the baby will make his debut tomorrow, is pushed back a few days to better accommodate his schedule. I found it best to not tell Mark that I have so much pressure "down there" that I feel like the baby is going to slide right on out at any time or that I have been cramping a bit today...I didn't want to really stress the man out! 

I keep thinking that Mark should never have said that he didn't want the baby to arrive just yet because now, it will happen! After all, when do kids ever do what we want them to do, when we want them to do it? 

:)