At 2:30 this afternoon we headed out for my doctor’s office, pretty confident that we were on our way to have a Christmas baby.
At 5 we left the doc’s office with the “close but no cigar” diagnosis. We could be back tonight, tomorrow, whenever.
At 10pm I opened up an old pregnancy manual and read the following:
“These false alarms are a frequent source of disappointment and even chagrin to the expectant mother, but they must be faced with equanimity, since there is little to be done about them.”
Oooh. I don’t think I have a charitable response to that right now. 😉
So at 11pm, still in a waiting pattern.