Going into Labor on Thanksgiving Day

Not really! There's no baby yet, but I had some false alarms on the drive home from Thanksgiving dinner at our friends' house. Going over some big potholes put me into labor mode. And we started discussing the option of going to Woodhull Hospital near our apartment in Brooklyn. There were lower-pelvic tightening and labor-type pains going on.  But then it suddenly stopped, and I realized that perhaps the two plates of food and three servings of dessert I ingested might have had something to do with the pains. Nevertheless, it would have been some story had I truly gone into labor today. I wouldn't have minded. I'm definitely ready. It's really dragging on now. However, there is still much to do - as my friend inquired while I helped her make a pecan pie - if I had the diapers yet. No, that is a detail I've forgotten.  Better get those diapers tomorrow, yet do I dare venture out on Black Friday to buy them? I don't think I want to face Baby's R Us when those fake labor pains, along with my crippled leg, might creep up while I'm waiting in line to pay for diapers.  I will go to the local baby store here in Brooklyn and get a package or two to start.  Next, I need a breast pump.  But I still have time for that.  It's now two weeks away.  I can't sleep tonight because the belly is now a liability for me  while lying down. I simply can't get into a comfortable position. That's an oxymoron if you're 38 weeks pregnant.  Coupled with 10 pounds of Thanksgiving food, there is no way that sleep will come to me tonight easily.  What is a 38-week old baby doing inside there about now, anyway? What is going through the mind of a soon-to-be-born baby? "I want out," or "I want in?"  I have no idea because this baby of mine is just doing what seems like perpetual somersaults.  I can see the stomach moving and undulating with each kick. Well, it did cross my mind this morning, as it will every morning for the next two weeks, that this baby will come out today.  And I will be a new mother again at age 46.  Yikes!  Well, I am so thankful for having the joy of being pregnant this year, at my age, with a sibling for my daughter to grace our lives in a few days' time. Thankful that I have gotten through these nine months with no real problems, except the unnecessary ones in my head. But I guess that goes with the territory.  Happy Blessings of Thanksgiving to All!