A long time ago, when I was about 24 weeks along, I had a premonition. I called October 9th as the official birthday of B. I regret to announce that I was wrong. At this point, I wouldn't be surprised he is late. It is funny because I over analyze every feeling and contraction. I think "is this it", then it goes away. I am trying to decide whether to go back to work tomorrow. I want to so that I can have that time for when he is here, but I don't want to go back because of all the flu patients I see and now with this awsome carpal tunnel syndrome thing going on, I just don't want to! I was hoping I didn't have to make that decision and he would make it for me, but apparently I have stubborn little boy who hates the cold as much as his mom does. I guess I wouldn't come out either. Everyone keeps calling or texting to see if he is here and I hate saying "NO!"
Que Sera, Sera- Whatever will be, will be.
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