Get Nervous, Get Nervous

Well, according to the calendar, The Spawn should have made its appearance about three days ago. However, it has decided to make its own schedule, and MLW and I have been left to twiddle our thumbs.

Over the past seven days, MLW has had a few twinges that might have been the beginnings of labor, but no. For the most part, all the preparations we needed to make for The Spawn's arrival have been made. So we have had very little to actually do except wait. And wait. And...wait.

The situation, unfortunately, is only exacerbated at work, where I've made a concerted effort to get ahead of my tasks. Now I have plenty of time to dwell on how MLW could potentially go into labor now...or now...or now. To say the least, it's been stressful.

And it isn't as though we've simply been sitting around (although, yeah, there has been a bit of that as well). Yesterday, for instance, we went into the City and walked around for arond five hours. Granted, it's not as though we were spriting from point to point, but still. Other than forcing her to do jumping jacks, there's not much else I can think of to help MLW get The Spawn out any faster. They've not even arrived yet, and already the little tyke is proving willful. You just stop that right now, Mister or Missy!

My diet, which I mentioned a few weeks ago, has finally found a destination. For some reason, there have been absolutely not little ghouls and ghosts ringing our bell today, so I've indulged in an all-sugar brunch. I've not stepped on a scale in a while.

My nerves have not been helped by the upcoming Presidential Election. Regardless of whether you'd prefer a Republican or a Democrat, there's a poll out there that will tell you that your candidate is winning. Of course, if you believe in the science of coincidences, the election is already over. MLW, who's much more gifted in contingency plans, decided to vote via absentee ballot in case The Spawn showed up on Election Day. I made no such preparations. So now I fully expect to be in a hospital on Nov. 2nd instead of a Voting Booth. It's almost a lock.

This has been pretty scattershot--which fits my mental state perfectly.