Here we are, T+3days. Val, as I’m sure you know, is none too pleased with this turn of events. The child in her womb has transitioned from a welcomed guest in need of care to a freeloading bum who needs to get out. EVICTION TIME.
Baby overtime is a lot like college overtime: you know it will come to an end eventually, but the coin toss certainly isn’t going to decide anything. So we wait for the defense (aka cervix) to make a mistake. We know it’ll happen we just don’t know when.
I’ll let you know how it goes.
Just an FYI here: this is going to be where I post pictures and do some “live blogging” type shits. Stay tuned.
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I feel like it’s more like NFL overtime, because seriously how anticlimactic is “inducing labor” going to be? Super anticlimactic. I mean I expect a frantic excited dash to the hospital slash end zone full of fun and adrenaline, not “well, it’s time to go over and have a baby I guess, maybe after I watch this youtube video or kick this field goal.”
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