…. Apparently that is what our little melon is pondering these days.
He’s already mastered the art of exhausting his parents, and the hospital staff that have now sent us home TWICE to wait it out probably have some choice words for him as well.
Everyone keeps trying to remind me of the little miracle that awaits us at the end of this entire process, but quite frankly after being awake for over 36 hours I’m starting to adopt Per’s so-called selfishness.
“Listen little man – I love you and all, but give me a break already. Mommy has some prosecco chillin’ in the fridge and is just waiting for your arrival to crack it open. Be a sport and get on with it already, won’t you?”
Thanks for the temporary distraction everyone… upwards and onwards we go!
Marguerite hang in there. We are thinking of you all.
Hey, ho, let’s go!