And she freaking has her doctor's appointments in the afternoon. Yes, she's still pregnant. Yes the plan is still in place. Yes she is unbelievably miserable. Yes there is a plan for induction if she doesn't go into labor this week.
Yes, I can teach the regularly scheduled Jazzercise class today anyway, since we know that today is not likely to result in a phone call to rush to the hospital.
Tomorrow it's back to nail biting and anxiety and trouble concentrating. Who am I kidding. This latest update didn't relieve much anxiety. S asked me what could we do to make me feel better about this. Nothing. It needs to be over. This bullsh*t needs to end. I either have 2 kids or I don't.