Nope, still no baby
March 16, 2008 08:21 PM
Thanks to those of you who have asked. Still no signs. I was hoping for something this weekend, so I could miss work on Monday. But nothing yet.
The official due date is not until Tuesday. I keep reminding Mrs. NBS of that. "It's not like a library book," I tell her. "You don't have to have finished with it by the due date." I know, I'm not much help. But really, what am I supposed to do? Since I don't know, I just crack lame jokes, like asking, "Are you stuck?" when she was dusting under the bed. That got a big laugh. From me, anyway. I thought Winnie the Pooh jokes were baby-appropriate?
I did get a laugh out of her when I packed my bag for the hospital. It started out with me thinking that I may have to come straight from work, and would not want to go through all that "hospital stuff" in a suit. So I packed my own bag: Duck boots (in case things get messy), wicking fabric shorts and shirt (if it's sweaty) and airport-sized bottles of rum that I got out of a piñata at a Halloween party a few years back (no parenthetic explanation needed). And no, cheap rum is not my beverage of choice, but I think it's tacky to make a liquor store run just so you can pack you childbirth bag. And now's actually a good time to get it off the NBS bar--I never have it out if people are over. I think it's orange flavored, or something like that. But as they say, any port in a storm.
Ooooo. There's an idea. Maybe I should pack some port?