Well, here we are. It is now 11:40 p.m. on my due date and I’m still very pregnant. Frustrated doesn’t even begin to cover it! I thought for sure I would be one of those women who went early in some dramatic event. The way it’s looking now is that I will casually check into the hospital next Thursday for a scheduled eviction… err induction!
As if nothing happening is not frustrating enough, my phone has seriously not stopped ringing/texting/Facebook messaging all day long with people asking for updates. Ok, ok, I get it, people are just as excited as we are, but really there has got to be some boundaries! I seriously feel bad for all of my friends who went over their due dates and I asked about their status!
To make my hormonal self even more mad, many of the messages are from people who I am barely friends with or I haven’t seen in years! Really… I’ll make sure to let you know first when Lily arrives! Come on! It took everything in my power (and my husband’s strong convincing) not to post on Facebook “No I haven’t had the baby so please stop asking. I post a million pictures of my dog and what he is doing what on Earth makes you think that I am not going to post pictures of the baby when she gets here?”
Ugh. Vent Over I promise. Hopefully this little girl decides to make her entrance soon… we are very [im]patiently waiting!!!