The Waiting Game
👩⚕️ Elena
👨💻 Marcus
🎭 Sophie
Thirty-nine weeks and I am DONE. Like, stick-a-fork-in-me done. This baby needs to get the memo that his eviction notice has been served.
The Waiting Game
Sophie has appointed herself the official countdown keeper. “Mommy, when is the baby coming?” approximately every seventeen minutes. I told her babies come when they’re ready, and she said “tell him to hurry up then.” Kid gets it.
Marcus has had the hospital bag packed and sitting by the front door for two weeks now. Every time I make a weird noise or shift positions, he gets this look like he’s about to grab his keys. False alarm, babe. Just trying to find a comfortable position that doesn’t exist.
Any day now, little man. Any. Day. Now.