*sigh*
That's it. I've decided. I'm going to be the only 70-year old pregnant woman. This baby is never coming out.
He's done. He's cooked. He's ready to go. At this point he's just operating on Greek time. Late to everything. As of now, all he's doing is GETTING BIGGER, and it makes me uneasy.
The anticipation is killing me. I'm the girl who likes to-do lists, schedules, and deadlines. This "It will happen when it happens, just go with the flow" situation is making me want to chew off my own arm. My mom says "dear, that's what life is like. It doesn't conform to schedules all the time" to which I say:
AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH! But it should!
Posted by Jen at February 25, 2008 6:01 PM