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Sunday, May 20, 2007

Many thanks to those who have sent good wishes for Beelzebump's Big Day Out, which is still scheduled for Tuesday. It does appear from the complete absence of any signs of labour that he/she is content to stay politely put for the next 48 hours or so, which is thoughtful as this will allow me to attend a final Rebs session tonight and have a massage (and possibly even get my hair cut) on Monday.

In the meantime we now have a transport system, hired from Plunket, and have taken Becca out to choose a bunny for her imminent sibling. Although I suspect that from her three-year-old perspective, Mummy's pregnancy has endured throughout living memory (Mummy feels the same herself most days) and the sudden actual appearance of the long-promised sibling is going to blow her mind.

This is also how I feel (I think) about having a scheduled c-section: the lack of a labour and consequent absence of any but the briefest of transitions between pregnancy and appearance of baby is, in some ways, an unsettling prospect. Still, any time I feel any romantic regretfulness concerning the lack of a 'natural' birth, I hum to myself the following cheery little mantra: 'intact perineUMMMMMM!, intact perineUMMMMMM!...'

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