About two weeks ago I said we were practically guaranteed to have Parker by the due date. And here we are: one day out and no closer to having him than we were two weeks ago. In light of this and all of the other chaotic events of this past summer, we have come up with our own version of Murphy's Law, henceforth called the Cline Guarantee: things will NEVER go according to plan.
My own mother has described me as being "time-optimistic" for years and years. I suppose I got sucked into my own head and allowed that optimism to sink in a little too far this time. We have another prenatal appointment tomorrow. Maybe we'll find out things have progressed but in case they haven't, I have a package of double-stuffed Halloween Oreos waiting for me here at home :)
"Life's an adventure with the Clines." I married into this but now I'm a full-fledged contributor.
2 comments:
Hey, look at it this way - maybe he's just coming out very slowly and eventually, you'll go in for a prenatal and lo and behold! He'll be crowning. It will take you, oh, one or two little pushes and out he'll come! A nice thought...
Hey, leave a couple of those oreos for Grampy!
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