For months I’ve been saying I was going to pack my hospital bag by the first of February. And install the car seats. And wash the baby clothing. That and the packing of the famous bag. Some sort of pivotal tasks in the pregnant lady’s inevitable future. All those baby musts hanging over my head like impending doom.
But I just couldn’t get to that point. Until last week, a week behind schedule.Why do we put things off? Is there some sort of misguided unspoken belief that if we don’t finish, we will postpone the outcome. That had my first vote.
I once house cleaned for an elderly woman named Mary. She was a real character and I understood her quirkiness more than most. She never wanted me to clean the top of her dresser because she would always be ‘getting to that’ herself. The dust and clutter were so thick that once I cleaned it anyway. I suspected getting to the task was a way of staying alive.
Last week, a week behind schedule, I installed those car seat bases into the cars.
I thought, was I really trying to postpone this to keep the baby from coming? And then I thought, maybe the opposite is true. I thought what if I don’t do it and the baby will happen sooner?
The real answer? We have no control over any of it. But our wee brains can’t comprehend we don’t have control. Just as with superstition, we knock on wood, hold our breath, or lift our feet in effort to affect an outcome.
We do have choices about our bodies, physically and mentally. And although it may be possible to influence your body to give birth on your due date, I am all set for sooner than later. But its nature and the good people at the hospital I’m going to have to trust in. That and I’ll brush up on the stages of labor just for the sake of preparedness.