For the record, Kali, as in the Hindu goddess, does NOT rhyme with ‘Wally’. The ‘a’ in Kali is similar to…
Hmm. This is tough because I’m not good with American pronunciation. Do Americans pronounce ‘Wally’ as ‘Waali’? Hmm.
…Aha! It’s similar to the way Barack Obama (very accurately) pronounces ‘Pakistan’. Long ‘a’. Kaali, if you will.
Also, I assumed your name remark was about a screen-name for her on the Dope, rather than a real-life name. If you meant that Kali Hope was to be her birth name, well, Hindus would be very :eek: about naming a daughter Kali. Sure, she’s a slayer of demons and bringer of good, but she’s very much a vicious personification of destruction and fear. There are positive associations to the name, but the negative ones are far more popular. To each his own and all that, I suppose.
Congratulations on the little one. May she have very little to be cynical about in life.
My son was 11 days late, and they had just started to think about maybe possibly inducing in a couple of days…he just stayed in longer to plump up, i think…he was over nine pounds…I’ve never forgiven him…LOL
I know all about who the goddess is. I’ve liked the name on a purely aesthetic level for years. I like the fearsome associations. The goddess is a badass. That’s what I like about her.
Sex, truck rides down bumpy roads, castor oil, bah…spicy pizza and a warm bath worked for me at 11 days overdue. And if nothing else, everyone gets fed, so there’s something.
My daughter came a month early, and a blessed 4lbs 12oz. I never had contractions until they induced me, my water broke. While I was sleeping. It was definitely a sign of times to come, I have had about 2 good nights sleep in 3 years.
Fingers crossed for her and some fingers crossed for you, because I can’t imagine having to be the “nice” one in that situation. I’m pretty sure your life will be in danger if it doesn’t happen soon.
That sucks. My wife was only 4 days past the due date with our daughter, but we were almost sure we’d have to go induce, as she hadn’t had a single Braxton-Hicks contraction throughout her pregnancy…nothing. Then, all of a sudden…3 hours of little practice contractions (wildly variant timing), a one hour break, then straight into labor. 9 hours later we were done.
Good luck…I hope the induction works well, and you have a healthy baby boy or girl come tomorrow evening!
I was induced with baby #2 and #3. Baby #2 was nearly two weeks late (after my first one had been ten days early, so it seemed even later) and I was MISERABLE and was thrilled to have them offer me the opportunity. With my third, I was 42 and because of that and the history with my second, they didn’t let me go a day past my due date. My son was induced on his due date.
It’s a bit different than going into labor naturally, but in some ways, you’re more prepared and with both of them, it was actually about the same type of labor and both were much shorter than my first. In at 9am, start the PIT drip by 10. For me, nothing much happened for the next few hours and in both cases they then broke my water in the early afternoon. That’s when all hell broke loose, but each time, the babies were born within three hours of that. My daughter at 4:15pm and my son at 4:45pm.
The nice thing? You know it’s happening and you can arrange for childcare for your other kids and let everyone know ahead of time, reducing those “Are you still pregnant?” phone calls, which as lorene said, make you want to commit hideous homicide.
Posting from the hospital. Still no baby. Wife’s been getting a Pitocin drip since 8 this morning. Still no dice. Lots of contractions, but no dilation. We’re going to stay the night and try again in the morning.
We have a baby girl. Born just before 2:00 this afternoon. 8 lbs, 6 oz. Ten fingers and toes. Screaming her head off. I am now a father of 3. How did this happen? At 20, I used to vow that I’d never even get married, much less have kids.
Okay, it starts when a little teeny tiny Diogenes leaves your pee-pee and hooks onto the wall of your wife’s uterus, then when it’s a few weeks old it crawls up and into a pouch, and from there it turns human.
Congratulations! I’m a father of three, as well, and while I wonder how I got here, I also wonder what sort of glurgy thing I could type to end this sentence. Well, shit; I got nothin’. That’s what being a father of three is like, in a nutshell.
