Still at work, still waiting. No false labour the last few days, though a few braxton hicks. Calm before the storm. Tomorrow is it. Unless she gets bumped because of an emergency, or she goes into labour today. We're all prepared for tomorrow.
Why do I get the feeling things won't quite go as planned?
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Has the theme from Jeopardy started playing in your head yet?
Why do I get the feeling things won't quite go as planned?
Because they never do?
Prayers...
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