Waiting sucks. Every night this week I’ve gone to sleep wondering if at some point during the night I’d getting up to either dry off before going to the hospital or grap a notepad and start timing the contractions.

The fear of not getting sleep of course makes it very difficult to sleep. The official due date is on Monday. G and I both think it’ll happen before that. However at different points this past week we have each, “had a feeling”, as have co-workers and relatives.

Apparently, none of us are psychic.

So the waiting continues…tick tock, tick tock.