…that’s it, we’re coming in after you.
Today we had a visit with the OBGYN(LMNOP) and she sized your mother’s belly up like it was a potential blue ribbon winning pumpkin at the county fair. She then stepped back, scratched her chin and said, “I’d say about 7 pounds” and then promptly spit her tobbacy into the spittoon in the corner.
Well, ok, maybe there wasn’t spitting involved, but she did say that tomorrow looks like a great day for the inducing. So tomorrow morning at 7:30, we call the hospital to see what time to go in and get the ball rolling. We’re hoping for a quick labor, but given Zoë’s hesitancy to show up, it may take longer than we think.
But we’re really hoping it doesn’t. You hear that Miss Zoë?
What a stubborn young lady. After this incident I suspect she’ll be grounded for months. Kids these days!