Dallas is tied up at the moment and can’t post an update, so he asked me to do it.
Me, the one contracting in a bed with IVs and monitors everywhere.
What is he doing in the meantime?
Sitting on the couch eating a Subway sandwich.
What’s my lunch? Juice and a popsicle.
When is baby coming? Who knows. I still can hardly feel the contractions. Perhaps our baby doesn’t want to come until tomorrow so he can share a birthday with my brother.