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i will be away for a few days.

tomorrow morning the baby is going to be extracted from me using an ice cream scoop.

i might still post something tonight though.

today is my due date, but babies rarely check the calender. i have a doctors appointment now, lets see what she says, although i’d rather hear what my midwife has to say.

i am very pleased about my visit to nadav the acupuncturist. he was very good. he’s also a nice person. i like him.

strange things nadav has in his clinic: a huge ear, the book “spleen and stomache” and this disturbing image (actually a series of three):

during the treatment my eyes were aimed directly at the guys privates. link to image source

p.s. i’m ill since yesterday. sore throat.

i am sooo tired. i decided to take my midwife’s advice and tonight i’m going to be stabbed by tiny needles, or in other words, i’m going to an acupuncturist. His son, Stav, was in the kindergarten with Noah. Limor, his wife, had a c-section first time round and a vbac second time round, so it was nice talking to her about this.  furthermore, first time she gave birth at the same hospital i did, lees, in tel-aviv and second time she gave birth in laniado, Netanya, and had a wonderful experience. that’s the hospital i’m going to give birth in this time.

waiting Originally uploaded by superbomba

very relevant photo i saw in daddy types. I wish things were still like this today. last time was about to give birth, for some reason the staff decided i want my parents in the delivery room with me, and so I had james sleeping on the floor and my mom and dad from each side of my bed. not very apropriate, i think.

btw, this is the first time i’m posting through flickr. how does it look?

went to see my doctor today. the baby still wont budge. he’s getting big, so he’s got to get out soon or he’ll be too big for me to give birth vaginally. i will tell him later today that he may now come out. I didn’t want him to come out before, but now I understand that he has to. I will try and instruct him on how to do that properly.

so I think he’ll probably be born tomorrow or by tuesday. contractions haven’t started yet, but i can arrange for them to start later today, with the power of my mind. i am not joking, so maybe i’m a little naive or even stupid.

can’t have them start before tonight because Noah has invited me today to an open music class, to celebrate the end of the season. He really loves this class and it’s very important for him and for me that I come see it.

Other than that, it’s euro 2008 final tonight and James wants to watch it with friends.

I haven’t written anything in a few days. I’ve posted, but not written. the reason is, that I’ve nothing to write about. I’m tired and my mind is blank. the baby could come between now and even a month away, if he insists on staying inside.

I’m supposed to meet Aya and Karin for coffee this morning at the bonne patisserie. I’ve said before that that cafe can’t go wrong, but the sandwich I’ve eaten there Friday was far from perfect and it made me think of airline food. good thing i like airline food. i know it’s sick, but i like the little boxes it arrives in with everything packed in separate packages.

link to site with photos and descriptions of airline meals

Dr. Arbel told me today that my chances have not improved and that I still have a 20% chance to give natural birth. I thought about it and decided, with her encouragement, that despite the bleak forecast, I will aim for a natural birth and take into account the possibility of a c-section. At least I’ll know I tried.

When I picked Noah up from the kindergarten. I ran into Bila, the neighborhood Dula, and told her about this. She said I should speak to her. I think I’ll call her tomorrow morning.

Yesterday some guy approached me in the street.

Good luck with the delivery, he said. It’s a boy, isn’t it?

Yes, it is. I answered.

Well, in two weeks, when you give birth (I haven’t told him my due date. He just guessed), you should name your son Shimon, after my neighborhood Rabbi.

Thanks, I said. I’ll consider it, but I can’t promise anyting.

damn this pregnancy pigmentation. I look like a fucking dalmatian!