So, yesterday was our due date. (The one from the sonogram; our doctor has been using Friday.) And nothing happened. It was weird. We’ve spent all this time building up to April 17, which has now come and gone.
I went to a Yankees game with Nathan, David and their friend Bryan. I felt weird about it, but we all concluded that the baby wasn’t likely to come. (Great game, too. Yankees exploded for six runs in the second inning, including three home runs. And Chase Wright posted the win in his first major league start.)
Tomorrow is our 40-week doctor’s appointment. I guess we’ll know more when we know more.
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Mark, Nicolle, Nellie and cat Dylan navigate the outer borough
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