Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Thirty-Nine Weeks, Four Days

It turns out my kid's eardrum (which we did not realize was infected) perforated, and my hyper-competent cervix stopped dilating.

In other words: no baby yet. And no Parent of the Year Awards, either.

5 comments:

  1. Catoctin Mountain MamaWednesday, April 18, 2012

    Oh, no...poor kiddo and poor Mama.

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  2. Kate in AZWednesday, April 18, 2012

    If you really want, I'll get out my Trouble Dolls tonight and perform a sincere incantation. What day do you want the baby to be born? I'm going to say late Saturday.

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  3. UnknownThursday, April 19, 2012

    I don't know what a Trouble Doll is, and I do know that I don't want any trouble, but that said, yes--late Saturday would be lovely. : )

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  4. UnknownThursday, April 19, 2012

    Today would be lovely, too. Or tomorrow.

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  5. Meredith from IowaThursday, April 19, 2012

    If you wait until Sunday, the new kid and I will share a birthday, along with Peter Frampton, Queen Isabella, Immanuel Kant and Jack Nicholson.

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