Brandi's official due date for the baby is now 12 days away. She went a day late with Logan, but is getting a lot of contractions now, some strong enough and close enough together to actually look at the clock last night. She doesn't seem to be to stressed about the wait, but the anticipation is killing me. And any time I ask her how she's feeling, I get a one-word response, which is usually "tired." I'm sorry, but at this stage of the game, a one-word response isn't going to cut it. I need details.
At least this time around, work is much closer to home, and home is much closer to the hospital.
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Good luck with everything. Keep us all posted with events, etc.
Good luck with everything.
Woohoo! We're gonna have to get a teeeensy-tiny UCF T-shirt pretty soon.
Woo. Good luck when it all finally happens. :)
Last night we had this conversation:
Her: What time is it?
Me: Almost 12.
Her: What time is it?
Me: Almost 12, I just told you.
Her: No, what time is it right now?
Me: It's 11:51, why?...Oh.
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