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Today is the day

Posted by Timothy on April 30, 2012 at 12:45 AM

So the new minion has decided not to make an appearance this weekend, even after a trip to the hospital Friday night. Tomorrow morning they will be inducing my very uncomfortable, but beautiful wife to get things moving.

And yes we have tried almost all of the suggestions. Pineapple juice, walking, sitting on an exercise ball, SEX, etc. But nothing seems to be motivating the little monster. The one thing she hasn’t tried has been castor oil. Can’t blame her, that shit is just flat out nasty.

She hates the idea of being given Pitocin because it forces the body to start having contractions and generally causes labor to be more painful and forceful. So keep your fingers crossed that everything goes well in the morning.

The rest of the family are excited and can’t wait to find out who is in there. The princess is dead set that we are having twins so that she can have a little sister to help her with tea parties and such. And a little “bother” for bubby to play with. (Yes she loves to watch Olivia.) I think the “bets” are more or less about 50/50 right now with everyone who has guessed the sex.

Personally I’m betting on twins. They found two on the first ultrasound, but only one since then. The heart rates have either been 130-140 beats per minute (which is generally a boy). Or around 160-170 beats per minute (which is usually a girl). There has been more difficulty on this pregnancy than any of the others during the checkups. Plus her belly is way fucking larger than it was with any of the others. But we’ll see in a few hours.

So on a side note, I made a little trip over to Sonic with Steph to pick up a late night treat of shakes and decided to have some fun with the lady on the other side of the speaker. As I ordered the shakes and my mocha java chiller thingy, I proceeded to preach about the glory of the java bean and it’s holy goodness. I’m pretty sure that she thought I was drunk. But it’s all good. Of course I harassed her a little more about the java bean when she brought out the drinks, then quickly shifted to the plight of the ginger race, whored the shows and headed home to watch Dr. Horrible’s sing-along blog.

Oh and the Trollette is staying the night to watch the little ones while the wife and I are at the hospital. When she heard the truck crank up she called wondering if we were heading in for delivery. I hung up on her a few times and annoyed the piss out of her, but she kept calling back. When I finally decided to talk to her, all she wanted was some popcorn chicken.

POPCORN FUCKING CHICKEN???

WTF? NO!!! We were on a sticky sweet goodness run, not a fucking food run! Then she did her best asian voice and promised, “oo GI 5 dolla, me sucky sucky.” I got her the chicken, but she chickened out on the payment.