It is one week from today that I’m scheduled to have this kid cut out of me – so I can now officially refer to it as “Wednesday.” This will come in handy since I’m giant enough to warrant the question to be asked by complete strangers at least 5 times a day. Usually phrased something like, “Wow. When are you due? Two weeks ago?”
So, if someone asks me today? I’ll just say, “I will be having this baby on Wednesday. NOW GET OUT OF MY WAY ‘CAUSE I’VE GOT SHIT TO DO.”
I found out that our Botanical Gardens, which you all know is my 2nd home, is having an overnighter on Friday. I got the email late because they have an email address on file I don’t always check daily. When I called? They were full. I was devastated. The idea of camping out at my favorite place in this town was SO AWESOME. They put me on the waiting list but the girl said, “You’re quite far down the list though.”
So, I played the I’m Having A Baby On Wednesday card. I started fumbling and saying things like, “Well – I wanted to do something really fun with my kids before our life gets crazy with the new baby and everything…and this was perfect because we come to the Gardens almost every weekend…it’s our favorite place and I was so excited when I found out we could spend the night there…and…” You get the point. I essentially groveled. It didn’t help. We’re still at the end of a very long waiting list and I’ve suddenly found myself REALLY hoping it will rain. I personally like camping in the rain – but I’m hoping the rest of the list doesn’t.
My point? I’m having a baby on Wednesday. And I really want to camp out at the Gardens on Friday but the first point did not help me at all with the second one. And if being scheduled to be cut apart doesn’t get you into a full camp out, THEN WHAT GOOD IS IT?