5/28/05 - Overdue and Counting

A week past my due date, and I'm trying not to go stir crazy. Relatives and friends call frequently to check on me and make sure I didn't have the baby and forget to call them. I assure them Dave has a phone list in his wallet of people to call when Eva makes her appearance. If I'm out of the house or don't answer the phone, people assume we're at the hospital. If I don't call back as soon as I get the message, they die of anticipation. It's weird to call people just to reassure them "I was at Vons. Thanks for checking." When I call Dave at work I'll hear a co-worker in the background asking "Is she in labor? Do you have to go?" It's a strange phenomenon. I feel like a volcano about to erupt, and everyone's on high alert. I should have lied about my due date. Heaven forbid I call some of these people before it's all over. Labor can last a long time, and the last thing I need when trying to concentrate is the phone ringing off the hook. There are a couple discreet people I'll call when it begins so they can pray for me, and that's it.