Hello little Stringbean,
You know how three days ago I said that we'd patiently wait for you to come when you're good and ready.
I lied!
Hurry up and get your little wrinkled, chubby self here.
I will be heading to the doctor's tomorrow and we will most likely be discussing induction dates. Apparently, it came to light through a friend, that while an induction date can be "picked", the hospital calls you that day to give you the go-ahead. So it's really just a wish-date - if the labour and delivery department is too swamped with emergencies or pregnant ladies, they will call you another day.
That only means one thing. More waiting.
We are almost at 41 weeks. 41 long weeks.
I'm told the docs won't let us go longer than 10 days late...and tomorrow makes lucky number 6. So we should be able to say with certainty that we will meet you in 4 days.
Which means one thing, more waiting.
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