The Stories of our Lives

If it was true last week, it certainly is now as well: we can’t wait (for baby to arrive).

We are struggling to distract ourselves, and I for one can’t concentrate on anything, which makes distraction time… well, distracted. With amusing thoughts like things that could go wrong, foetal distress signs I could miss, ‘how come the baby is not moving right now?’… etc. Truth be told, we also have more enthusiastic moments, when it feels like Christmas eve… every evening. At the very least, we know he’ll be here Friday – doctor said to check in at the hospital Friday morning, if baby doesn’t show up until then.

But that’s 4 long distracted days away.