No News is Not Good News (But No Worries - the Baby is Fine)

Now all we need is Avery

Waiting for the arrival of a baby that is 7 days past his due date is certainly one of those events that negates the old saying 'no news is good news.' In this case, 'no news is definitely not good news.' Don't get me wrong. I'm not saying that there's anything wrong with little Avery. All indications are that he's healthy and happy; perhaps just a little too happy in his current quarters which is why he's taking his time coming out. Amanda and I have both resigned ourselves to the fact that he's not going to make a natural appearance and is going to need to be coaxed out by the good doctors at Winn Army Medical Hospital. She has an appointment tomorrow, Tuesday, to find out when that's going to happen. Still, I find myself watching her closely whenever she says she's having some pain and I start my mental stopwatch to time her pains. It's good practice, if nothing else. I can't say I'm surprised Avery is taking his time. His mother was overdue, his uncle was overdue by almost a month, and Aunt Abby was a late arrival as well. So the precedent was already set. I had just hoped that Amanda would break that chain and go into labor on her own. In the meantime though, Amanda and I have gotten a lot done around her house and have completed some craft projects that have been sitting around for a while. So Avery's nursery is done - it just needs a tenant. As for me, I've been cooking and cleaning like a crazy woman, keeping up my gym routine by going to the Ft Stewart gym, and watching the Red Sox on TV - so essentially it's like I'm at home. It just helps keep my stress and anxiety to a manageable level if I can keep some kind of familiar routine. I honestly hope that I'm not going to have the time to keep up my blog posts because I will be busy tomorrow helping my daughter get through childbirth. We'll see.