Play Time

Sara and I decided tonight that the reason Ella has postponed her entrance to the world is due to a lack of play on our part. We did not come to this conclusion lightly. Allow me to explain.

The past few days, Ella has been toying with us. Playing with our minds and emotions. One would think she had read the textbook on things to do before birth. She was meeting all the right indicators... everything seemed in place for the big event. The stage was set but the star of the show got cold feet.

This evening as Sara was getting ready to go to work, we decided that two could "play" this game. We tag-teamed. Determined that if play is what she wanted play is what she would get. We spent close to probably 30 to 45 minutes just poking her and pushing her back and forth (gently of course). All the while, she played back. A kick here, a shift there, at one point we even got her to put her legs back under her belly (we know this because we couldn't find the leg anywhere). That's when we realized Ella was done with play time. The mommy and daddy were fun but enough was enough. She needed her beauty rest I suppose, either that or we bored her.

The reality at this point is Sara will continue playing the game. Ella doesn't realize how competitive her mommy is and can be. Ella raised the stakes. Now, the mommy is playing for keeps or at least to start labor. It will be interesting to see who gives first. Both parties involved, I know, are strong-willed and determined. Neither of them will get the best of the other easily. The game is on. Both Sara and Ella are in it to win it. The good news for Sara, Ella's already got a head down (yes, she's head down). The good news for Ella, play time happens regardless if she's in the womb or out. Ella, mommy and daddy are ready for some real play time on this side of things. Join us and see just how much fun we can be. We dare you.

Considering options...

So, upon thinking about the situation, I realized Ella has no real incentive to leave her current location. Why would you want to leave a consistently warm place, where your every need is met at your demand. Sure, it's an itty bitty living space, but the essentials are there and you don't have to work for any of it. Movement for the most part tends to be effortless thanks to all of the fluid you're floating in. You pack on pounds daily and get this... it's expected. Someone observes you from a distance and gets absurdly excited about every little thing you do. The only downside is you occasionally have to entertain the sudden bump from people pushing on you to feel you move or kick. So your personal space gets invaded on occasion... big deal right?

The way I see it, Ella finds herself considering her options at this moment. Leave the warm known for a most uncertain unknown. Do I really want to join these two crazy people on the outside who keep referring to themselves as "mommy" and "daddy" respectively. I can hear her thoughts now, "the mommy one seems to be okay. It appears that I am closest to her. Pretty sure that's her heartbeat I hear. Either that or somebody keeps a really good beat. I'm also pretty sure she's the one taking care of me, making sure I get what I need. It's that daddy guy I'm not certain about. The daddy's voice sounds different... sounds deeper. I find it soothing actually. The daddy keeps saying I'm his little girl, I'm not sure what that is, but I know I like to hear him talk. I've heard the mommy and daddy talking a good bit now and I know one thing for sure they laugh a lot at this thing called Jack. I've also heard them talk about loving one another and I'm pretty sure that's a good thing. My only concern... the daddy makes up weird songs and his singing is ah, okay at best... I'm afraid that may embarrass me a little. It clearly embarrasses the mommy."

Clearly, Ella needs to consider her options. Deciding to join Sara and I out her in the real world is a big decision and not one that should be rushed. You weigh those options sweetheart. The mommy and the daddy will be here waiting, albeit impatiently and anxiously. This not the time to be like your mother... just make up your mind. That's a joke Ella. Jokes are those things that the mommy and the daddy laugh about sometimes. Take your time, just get here quickly would you!

The reality being, the joke is on the mommy and the daddy. Ella runs the show and she knows it. She already thrives off that attention and power. Oh my, our lives are ruined... in the best way possible of course. Just know little Ella, your current living space is only going to get smaller and smaller... think about that.

Failed Escape

Little Ella has been actively attempting to make her escape as of late. However, she seems to be as hard headed as her father and neglects to ask for directions. The past few nights, Sara and I have been entertained by Ella pushing hard against Sara's belly to the point, you can tell she can't stretch any further, neither will Sara's skin. I must clarify, the experience has been entertaining for me, painful for Sara.

I commented to Sara that it almost seems that Ella pulls on the umbilical cord in hopes that it will release her from her one bedroom apartment. Or she's attempting to repel out of the womb with it. I can't tell you how many times we have told her that she won't fit through Sara's belly button. Our communication with her is as futile as her countless attempts to escape using proven failed routes and methods. I must admit, I appreciate her imagination and ingenuity but I wish she would ditch the stubbornness. I am fearful of what it means for us once she arrives.

Two nights ago, we caught her in the act. While she pushed relentlessly against Sara's belly, we actually caught her foot (take my word for it, it was a foot). After Sara kindly pointed out where the foot was I immediately grabbed it. You could tell this caught Ella by surprise. She quickly jerked her foot back and kicked back as if to say, "Hey cut that out!" I can only imagine she got this mean look on her face, rolled her eyes, and crossed her arms in disgust all the while thinking to herself, "What nerve those crazy folks have... grabbing my foot. Who do they think they are, that's my foot."

Our little one continues to make her presence known even in her absence. The Lord only knows, what type of show she will put on once she arrives. If she entertains us this much now, I can only imagine the countless hours of sheer joy and excitement we will experience once she's here. Until then, we wait and I attempt to catalogue the memories.