Monday Morning Conversations

So, I went into work today. On Friday, after my appointment, we (meaning me, Mike, my doctor, my friends, family, co-workers, the free world etc) all thought that it was 50/50 at best as to whether or not I'd be in the office today. I really thought Little B would be here by today, but that's not the case. So, in to work I went. Even though I'm tired, I couldn't see myself sitting around. So, why not try to be productive?

Upon seeing me at work, the conversations, that literally repeated over and over (almost verbatum- no joke), were as follows:
"You're still here?!?"
"I thought you were gonna have that baby already!"
"What are you doing here?"
"Seriously, I can't believe you're here."

Tiffany, one of my work friends who had a baby just a couple of months ago, could totally relate to this type of morning. Her son was late, so just like me, she combatted the unintentionally exhausting arsenol of "how are you still pregnant" comments. In fact, she came by my office to do her personal rendition of the dramatic & sarcastic interpretation montage of all of the above comments. It was hilarious....and so on target.

It turned out to be a crazy busy day at work-- I didn't get home until 7pm. But, it did have its fun points-- like people wishing me well and my two super close pals, Sharon & Roger treating me to lunch. So nice of them. I plan on going in tomorrow for the morning, but taking a half day and temporarily hanging up the manager hat for a few months. If nothing happens in the next day, I have my next doctor's appointment on Wednesday at 11:20. I'm hoping that from that appt we somehow end up at the hospital. :)

As for other revelations today...as I woke up this morning, and saw snow, I thought this was a good omen. Afterall, I was born in the middle of a big time blizzard. Murphys Law would suggest that the addition of a small potential obstacle, such as a snowstorm, a hospital located 40 minutes away on a good day, and such a dwelling to be right smack dab in the middle of northeast Ohio's biggest snowbelt would bode well. Its really supposed to snow tomorrow, so maybe that's when Little B will decide the time is just right.

When I got into my Jeep, I realized that there was an infant seat securely fastened into the backseat. We did that yesterday, but I'd forgotten it was there until I saw it again this morning. That was kinda cool. Now, everytime I walk up to my car, I giggle a little bit to myself-- as its exciting to be so close. Speaking of so close, I also found myself having a little heart-to-heart with Little B while driving to work. It went something like this: "Its really time for you to get here already. I want to meet you and am trying to be patient, but come on. Get here. If you arrive by Thursday at midnight, I promise not to name you Gertrude. Thats a name that we may choose for you if you're a boy or a girl, should you not arrive by Friday, so its your call. My advise would be to pack up your bags and head down to checkout from Club Med to avoid such a name, but that's just me." Its never too soon to learn cause and effect relationships, right? Nothing against the name Gertrude, but I'm confident that my message was heard loud and clear by Little B. And if she/he knows best, she'll hurry up and get here very soon....if not to meet us, to avoid us calling him/her "Gerdy" as a nick name. And between us, Gertrude isn't at all a front runner in the name department, but shh, don't tell Little B.