There are signs (which I will not distress my gentle readers by explicitly stating) that Fiend 2.0 is getting ready to make its appearance soon. On Monday the doctor predicted I’d go into labor “within a day or two”. It is now Wednesday. Of course, he also recommended I keep my regular Friday appointment for a check-up. So within a day or five. Or not. Waiting to go into labor when you know that the stages of pre-labor have already happened is. . . BOOOORRRRING. And agitating. BOOOORRRRRRRRRING. And agitating.
Consulting the medical profession about when labor will begin is kind of like using a Magic Eight Ball. You begin with your question: “Doctor, given these signs when do you think labor will start?” Then you get back some (or all) of these answers: “Signs point to Yes”, “Signs point to No”, “Check again later”. Sadly, you can’t shake your doctor the same way you can shake a Magic Eight Ball.
So I will instead go back to alternating between being BORED and AGITATED. (And therefore boring and agitating everyone around me. Lucky them.)