We're fine.
How is the baby?
He's fine.
When is he coming?
WE WISH WE KNEW.
I started working part-time from home this week, because between traffic (2.5 hrs/day) and baby-related distractions (7.8 hrs/day), working full-time just wasn't fair to anyone, least of all my employer. My days now look something like this:
9:58 - wake up
10:00-2:00 - work and/or pace house like caged animal
2:01 - consider painting basement, nursery, or kitchen
2:02-4:00 - google "how to induce labor;" avoid painting
4:01 - consider using castor oil
4:02 - chicken out
4:03-4:30 - repeat last two steps (all while avoiding painting, 'cause I can multi-task like that)
4:30 - meet Erik at door with all the ardor of an abandoned puppy
4:31 - get secretly mad at Erik for not painting (also: avoid mentioning painting so that I don't have to do it)
4:32 - read 30 zillionth pregnancy/delivery book cover-to-cover
6:30 - walk aimlessly around [neighborhood/mall/Walmart/house]
8:00 - dinner
9:00 - wallow in disappointment of another baby-less day
10:00 - bed
REPEAT.
