Look what arrived yesterday! Our rental birth tub. All set up and ready to go. Yesterday was our official "good to go for a homebirth" day. I swear our babe must have heard this too, because sure enough, we spent 4 hours last night with our midwife here trying to slow my constant contractions via every herbal, homeopathic and superstitious method we knew. Blessedly, something worked (I think it was the crampbark) and they went away. I'm only 35 weeks (full term pregnancy being 40), and it's oh-so-early for little lungs to be out in the world. I'd love to make it another week or so (Cal and Ez were both born at exactly 36 weeks), to get this babe a bit bigger and stronger, and me a bit more ready of course. This weekend will be full of more baby and homebirth preparations - getting piles of sheets and towels sterilized and piled up, baby clothes and diapers ready to go, and the house as near clean as I can manage, or rather--as clean as Steve can manage. Gotta love the "doctor's orders" of rest, rest rest.
And since I'm a sentimental fool, I begged the rental company to find us the exact tub that Ezra was born in. All the birthed babies names are written on the inside--so sweet. And so fabulous to look at now that it's filled up with names in the two and a half years since Ez was born. Nothing like a bunch of homebirthin' freaks (a term of endearment, of course!) to come up with some cool ass names. ;) Perhaps we'll be inspired to finally come up with a boys name for THIS baby.....
