My sister is in a labor and delivery room right at this very moment, awaiting the birth of her first (and I hope only) child, who I will refer to as “The Heir to the Throne”.
I’ve got a zillion feelings about the pending arrival – annoyed because I believe she and her husband were meant to be childfree and they believed it too until that “great event” that changed their lives. I’m annoyed because I WANT TO BE PREGNANT and I WANT TO BE THE ONE IN THE LABOR ROOM RIGHT NOW! And of course, I’ve got all sorts of angst related to my sister that I will not EVEN go into for fear that I may take TW’s idea and guilt trip her for fun and profit, lol. I personally believe that WebMD needs a message board for old women who want to be pregnant but aren’t going to get pregnant!
I’m also really, REALLY annoyed because my sister is in that labor room today because her doctor offered to induce. He didn’t offer to induce because my sister is having health problems, or because the Heir to the Throne is in distress. He didn’t even offer to induce due to the end of the year and a tax break, (it’s July after all), or to help with work schedules, (like Christopher’s wife in Gilmore Girls wanted to do), because both my sister and brother in law live a life of leisure. No, he offered to induce because he could. And she agreed because, she could.
I’ve got a lot of angst here, but I really am anxiously awaiting the arrival.
~~~~Update~~~~
The Heir to the Throne has arrived! Shortly after 4pm, 6lbs 2oz and 19 1/4″ or something close to those stats. The grandma was a little iffy on those, but they are close, lol. Mom, Dad and Heir are fine.