My best friend is literally about to have her baby. I have been on this ridiculous roller coaster with her since before she even confirmed she was pregnant (long story), and now it’s all culminating in the excitement of her daughter being born!
I attribute some of my weird anxiety at the beginning of the week to her impending labor and delivery. I have been an emotional wreck ever since she began closing in on her due date. Last week they told her she was going to be induced this last Tuesday, but then on Monday she had her doc appointment and she was already 3 cm dilated. So they skipped the induction. Ever since she told me she was no longer being induced, I have been on freaking pins and needles waiting for her to go into labor!
I have never in my life felt so connected to or emotionally unstable as I am with this little girl who is very clearly about to make her appearance. I have no idea why. Maybe it’s because I don’t have a sister and my best friend is the closest I’ll ever come to having a sister. Maybe it’s because I’ve never lived in close enough proximity to a close family member or friend to almost witness the birth of their child. Maybe it’s because I’ve been the biggest sap of my life ever since I had Snarfy over two years ago. It’s hard for me to pinpoint the cause.
In any event, my friend has been in early labor for a few days now, and this morning, after waiting and waiting and waiting, she finally told me she thought she needed to go to the hospital. Now she’s 9 cm and just biding her time before the little baby makes her grand appearance. I am so totally stoked. Every time I think about it I get teary eyed. It’s so ridiculous. And I swear, the last few days I’ve been having sympathy contractions. I don’t know how that’s even possible considering I’m not pregnant, but I swear it is!
Before she even got out of bed this morning, I was totally pulling a “mom” and telling her to make sure she was eating and to take a warm bath, and then I started getting so nervous about her getting to the hospital on time. All for naught, of course. I would make the worst husband. If I were put in charge of a pregnant lady going into labor, I think I would probably be running around like a chicken with it’s head cut off. Anyways, I need to get this blog posted so she can read this before she has to start pushing.
So, to my friend:
Even though I’m not with you to cheer you on or hold your legs while you push (haha, sorry fellow readers), my heart and love go out to you. I wish I could be there more than you know. I’m so excited and happy for you, and I can’t wait to meet your bundle of baby love!
And here go the water works… Can’t wait for the good news! xxoo
