My last excursion to EPCOT turned into a nasty cold/flu virus, confirming my suspicion that I should really stay in as much as possible for awhile. Before my nose surgery it might have easily turned into an infection, but this time around it’s already gone. It was quite bad at its worst and now Scott is getting over it too. We need to stay healthy because the ultrasound on Thursday confirmed that the baby has not turned and I will soon be going in for a C-section. I did not want to go into surgery with a stuffy nose and they had no intention of holding it off to wait for a flu to run its course. My mother had C-sections so I’m not really surprised at how things worked out, and I’m not really sorry about it either. I laugh at people who say natural is better, because I don’t think they’re thinking about the high rate of risk childbirth had before it became so much less natural. Hoorah for modern medicine, says me.
We spent the day at Epcot’s annual Food and Wine Festival, my dad’s first time and our second. This was the last day out I’ll be doing before I have the baby. It was pretty difficult to get around but we were smart about it, parking close, taking a lot of rest stops and drinking plenty of water along the way. The best taste of the day was the seared beef tenderloin with sweet potato puree and mango barbecue sauce at the South Africa booth, but I didn’t have any real complaints about anything we tried. I’m so weary though, I’m relieved to succumb to the physical reality and stay at home for awhile.
One of my friends had a baby girl who quickly grew out of her baby clothes, so I was very happy to take them on. There were two garbage bags full of very really high-quality things, including some Baby Gap. The baby is going to be better dressed than I am for the first year of life. Now the closet and the dresser are full of dresses, onsies, coats, shoes and little hats. I like how a lot of little hats have ears on them, which is a new thing I think was inspired by Europe and Japan. I first noticed them at Disneyland Paris during our 2000 honeymoon and am only just recently seeing them in the States. We spent our Saturday at a class on childbirth, always an eye-opener for anyone who goes through it. It’s important to know all of the details about pain medication and how epidurals are administered, but what really stuck out for me was how exhausted all the laboring women looked regardless of how much pain medication they were on. Not from the pain apparently, but from the sheer effort. I’m already tired, I know it all needs to go down the way it goes, but they could at least spare me from calling it the “exciting journey of labor.”