I'm a planner, notorious for it. I have to have everything planned out in my head, or else I feel out of control. And going into labor, was no different.
Liv had a field trip on May 7th to the Zoo (2 days before Charlotte's due date) and I intended on being there . When May was approaching, and my belly kept growing and growing, everyone told me I was crazy to attempt walking around the Zoo all day, if I even made it that long. But I knew better. Olivia was 4 days late, and I was certain Charlotte would follow big sisters lead. We use the term "fashionably late" pretty loosely around our house.
Well May 7th came, and no baby. So, to the Zoo we went! We walked around all day, let the kids run around, had a picnic. It was hot, but it was perfect and I was so thankful not to miss it. When I put my mind to something, I'll be damned if it doesn't work out the way I want. I think everyone was convinced that all that walking would throw me into labor.. and we had a plan if so. Mimi came along to be my "designated driver" just in case. But after walking around all day, no signs of labor, just a good ol' day at the Zoo, with a side of edema to go along with it. Holy ankles!
A couple days came and went, my due date being one of them... then it was Mothers Day weekend. I remember thinking that for sure she was going to be my Mother's Day gift. But again, one more day down, no baby.
I enjoyed that day with Liv though, sitting in the sun while she played at her water table and little pool. Eating popsicle after popsicle, just relaxing and watching her play. Knowing that this time, of being with just her, was coming to an end very soon. And very soon was right. Around 11:00 that night, it was finally time.
