With only 14 days left until my baby is due, I was feeling pretty good. Things seemed to be in order and I felt like if the baby were to come now, I would be okay… until yesterday morning.
Jury Letter
Bryan received a letter in the mail a while ago informing him that he had been summoned for jury duty. He would have to go down to the county building in Provo twice during August for jury selection. If selected to serve on the jury they would inform him of the dates and times of the trail.
Monday was the second day of jury selection. They had kept him from the first day as a possible juror. Monday they decided that he still would be a good candidate for a possible juror and called him back for a third day of jury selection (yesterday morning). Turns out, having a pregnant wife isn’t a good excuse to get out of jury duty. Around 10 am Bryan sent me a text that he had been selected and the trial would begin immediately. (I should have seen it coming. Bryan’s not an extremest of any kind and is so much the “guy-next-door” that it really was only obvious they would choose him.)
I had been a little bit worried about being home alone during the day and going into labor. I had a plan all worked out that I would call Bryan at work and start to get myself and James in the car. If I couldn’t get a hold of Bryan at work, he gave me other people in his department’s numbers so I could call them and they could find him for me. I would drive myself to the hospital while Bryan made his way to AF from 106 South. On the way I would drop James off somewhere or call Mel or Tyler to meet me at the hospital and get James (they both work in AF and would be able to get away from their jobs pretty easily). I also had some backup plans of people to call just in case I couldn’t drive myself because the pain was too much (my mother-in-law thought that would be the case).
Now that Bryan is in trail all day, I won’t be able to get a hold of him any time. He did give me a number for the court room that I would be able to call, and they didn’t ask him to turn off his cell phone so I could still call and text, but I’m pretty sure that it will take him longer to get to AF from Provo than it would have taken him to get from 106 to AF — crazy construction. And I’m not really sure if they would let him get up and leave in the middle of the trail. Plus, Mel and Tyler are out of town, so there goes my James contingency.
I know that I have have enough family and friends who love me and would drop everything they could to come and help me should I go into labor. (My dad works at BYU, and I know that if I were to call him, he would be at the AF hospital within 15 minutes…not a lot of driving laws would be followed, but he would be there for me.) It just throws off my whole groove to have my plans change like this at the last minute; I like to be prepared. I know that everything is going to be okay, but every little contraction I feel kind of sends me into panic/stress mood.
My solution?
Do absolutely nothing that may help bring labor on faster — so, do absolutely nothing. Basically, I sit on the couch and tend to the needs of James and do nothing else. Good excuse to be lazy, yes? Maybe it won’t actually help, but it makes me feel better so that’s what I’m going with. They expect the trial to be finished by the end of Wednesday next week, so I’m only shirking my household responsibilities for those couple of days (until we need clean unmentionables, I don’t think I can ignore that responsibility).
So if you want to do absolutely nothing and feel like you are still helping a friend in need, come on over. I’ll be sitting on the couch in a pair of pajama pants watching reruns of America’s Next Top Model.
