I feel like I'm at an airport! My arrival has been delayed again!
Now, they say I won't be out of here until sometime this evening. It sounds like Mom has committed a crime, since the docs say she'll have to do some "hard labor" at around 8:00 tonight. The good news is that she has been given something called an "eppy-dooral" and tells me she's feeling fine!
Both grandmas-to-be spent last night in the waiting room and are trying to catch up on the sleep they missed this morning. I'll have to give them both a hug when I get the chance.
Oh, well. I still believe the Lord knows the best time for me to be born! (Ecclesiastes 3:2)
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