Full Moon

I just uploaded a picture of the FULL MOON from the hospital (work at UNC) window....

So, if I were to be a twilight novel, my title would be FULL MOON! It's officially a full moon so I think it's time for baby birthing. Parker Jay was born on a full moon at 39 and 1 weeks. I may be repeating myself but I was just hoping maybe Seth would be a little earlier than Parker Jay. I'm getting so nervous. Things change so quickly; right now I could be sitting here blogging and in 2 hours, my water could break and panic could ensue. Well, at least I'm hoping that's the case. I mean, one of my coworkers said tonight, "that baby, he's GOT to come, he doesn't have a choice." I mean, I guess I could go down in Ripley's Believe it or not as the lady in the world who was pregnant the longest. What a way to be remembered. And, I know that I talk like I'm 44 weeks pregnant or something. But, honestly, if you've seen my feet and cankles overlapping my shoes....you'd understand. I mean, I have a small FRAME...I'm 5 foot and 1/2 inch on tall days. My belly and boobs aren't supposed to get this big. It's insane!
Anyways, my point is that it's a full moon. And, I would like to think that my body is sensitive and "in touch" with nature and rhythms and cycles. (even though I work nightshift!!) I would like to think that I would be able to get into a yoga position, close my eyes, outstretch my arms and say "ohm..." and GUSH...the rest would be history.
I sent a patient to Labor and delivery tonight who was prematurely in labor and contracting off the chain. I kept telling her that I would take it all from her if she'd give me her juju. It's my FRIGGIN turn already!
Gosh, I just can't wait to see his face, his perfect little nose and hands. And, Lord knows I love the baby feet!!!! I wonder if he has a lot of hair.
For now, you're in suspense, just like me.
I'll keep you updated. You know, I'm trying to pass the time!
Hugs and baby love...and LABOR JUJU!
~Kimmie

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