Still bored. Still agitated. BORED. AGITATED.
It’s been a week and a half since the docs thought it would be a day or two. There has been no change except higher blood pressure. I’ve had several doctors mention that they find it comforting that I live so close to the hospital because when things do finally start to happen, they will probably happen pretty quickly. I too am pleased because I *really* don’t want to be one of those “had her baby in a taxi” Caput Mundi stories. The Fiend 2.0 has a week to get the ball rolling before measures will be taken. Mummy and her diabetes have put you on notice little one.
B thinks it just wants to wait until Friday so it can have the same birthday as LLF. This sounds like something a child of ours would do, thus setting themselves up for endless years of bickering over who gets the weekend closest to their real birthday for their party. If this happens I plan to force them to have a joint party for as long as possible. And if LLF doesn’t like it, then he should have showed up in December like he was supposed to.