She's coming!!!
Rational sister 2wistful is in labor!
She started at 2:30 AM and called Mom and told her NOT to call, NOT to drop by and they'd call her when the baby is here.
She's having a home birth with just her husband and the midwife there, and maybe an assistant for the midwife...
Mom's head is about to explode. I met her for lunch and for a walk over at Tri City and Mom confided that she was going to pick up a new refrigerator seal and then drive by Rational Sister's house a few times, slooooowly, to see how many cars are at the house and to see if the blinds are open.
I just have this vision of Mom sneaking around, Mission Impossible style--black makeup on (tastefully applied, of course), black stocking cap to go with her black tank top and capris and black platform heels, humming SEKRET AGENT MAN to herself as she goes, peeking in the windows. Of course, Rational Sister would have already anticipated this behavior and would have booby trapped all the sills with mousetraps or itching powder or planted Poison Sumac vines under them when she first decided on the home birth route...
Mom even ranted to the woman at the party store (we were looking at halloween decor) that she SHOULD be there, Damnit! They should have her THERE!. And if they couldn't have her there, they should have at least had the baby at the hospital so that she could pump the nurses for information from the waiting room, DAMNIT! I was amused but said nothing.
So here I wait, dying to know, but not calling. This is just as bad as peacockharpy's labor. DAMNIT!
*sigh* Well, at least Mom promised to share the number of cars in the driveway when she gets it.
She started at 2:30 AM and called Mom and told her NOT to call, NOT to drop by and they'd call her when the baby is here.
She's having a home birth with just her husband and the midwife there, and maybe an assistant for the midwife...
Mom's head is about to explode. I met her for lunch and for a walk over at Tri City and Mom confided that she was going to pick up a new refrigerator seal and then drive by Rational Sister's house a few times, slooooowly, to see how many cars are at the house and to see if the blinds are open.
I just have this vision of Mom sneaking around, Mission Impossible style--black makeup on (tastefully applied, of course), black stocking cap to go with her black tank top and capris and black platform heels, humming SEKRET AGENT MAN to herself as she goes, peeking in the windows. Of course, Rational Sister would have already anticipated this behavior and would have booby trapped all the sills with mousetraps or itching powder or planted Poison Sumac vines under them when she first decided on the home birth route...
Mom even ranted to the woman at the party store (we were looking at halloween decor) that she SHOULD be there, Damnit! They should have her THERE!. And if they couldn't have her there, they should have at least had the baby at the hospital so that she could pump the nurses for information from the waiting room, DAMNIT! I was amused but said nothing.
So here I wait, dying to know, but not calling. This is just as bad as peacockharpy's labor. DAMNIT!
*sigh* Well, at least Mom promised to share the number of cars in the driveway when she gets it.