I know what the ticker says, but it's not true. The baby is stubbornly insisting on not following the edicts of the Internet. Let's hope she remembers this when she's 15 and on whatever Web 16.0 application is all the rage. You can't trust the Internets! Anyway, I'm feeling fine and hoping that Chip will get over the cold I gave him in time to be yelled at and have his hands crushed during the delivery. That's not too much to ask, right?
Still, I must confess to being a little on edge. Connery and I had several morning scuffles that escalated far beyond what they would have normally. (Culminating in his saying to me, "You're not a very good problem solver, Mommy! That's not a good way to solve the problem.") Always sad when your 4-year-old is more capable of reason than you are, but I guess I can blame the hormones. My doctor was on duty last night, and I was rather hoping that the baby might cooperate and come while she was at the hospital. Oh well. I didn't give birth with my doctor last time, either.
I'm not the only one on edge. I needed a nap first thing this morning thanks to a crappy night's sleep and so went back to bed as soon as I got home from dropping Connery off at school. By the time I got up an hour or so later, I had three panicked phone messages from my mom and more from Chip. They were alarmed when I didn't answer my phones, but in my defense I must say that it would have been hard for me to get any sleep if I had.
Still, I must confess to being a little on edge. Connery and I had several morning scuffles that escalated far beyond what they would have normally. (Culminating in his saying to me, "You're not a very good problem solver, Mommy! That's not a good way to solve the problem.") Always sad when your 4-year-old is more capable of reason than you are, but I guess I can blame the hormones. My doctor was on duty last night, and I was rather hoping that the baby might cooperate and come while she was at the hospital. Oh well. I didn't give birth with my doctor last time, either.
I'm not the only one on edge. I needed a nap first thing this morning thanks to a crappy night's sleep and so went back to bed as soon as I got home from dropping Connery off at school. By the time I got up an hour or so later, I had three panicked phone messages from my mom and more from Chip. They were alarmed when I didn't answer my phones, but in my defense I must say that it would have been hard for me to get any sleep if I had.