So we’re getting really close to welcoming our fifth child to our family. All day yesterday Manina had sporadic but painful contractions. I stayed home from work because I was sure we were heading to the hospital.
Last night, we went to dinner with some friends at Sundance ski resort; I know, crazy, right? I asked the waiter if he was also a trained EMT, figuring we would be delivering there at the restaurant. However, our little guy cooperated and Manina only had to suffer through a few more contractions while I enjoyed some fantastic pork chops.
When we got home, I told the kids that grandma would probably be at our house in the morning — the contractions were coming much more regularly — I was sure we’d be going to the hospital during the night. Again, it was not to be. Things slowed down and we made it through the night.
So when will it be? I don’t know… I thought it was yesterday for sure. I do know we’re getting close though.