Panic and not just at the disco...

Well my little shortcakes, I have received word that I have dialated to two centimeters. While this does mean my pregnancy is nearing it's long, unforgiving stance and my little angel face will be arriving soon. One has to ask, how soon? At this point, I could go in hours or I could continue to languish in this saucy weather for another three weeks. All I know at this point is I want to know what's what. It's like I said, patience is not a quality I possess.

I want to know when she's coming and exactly what time so I can make sure my hair is done, my eyebrows are waxed, and that my pedicure is still in tact so she won't be frightened when she meets me for the first time. (That's a shout out to my lovely co-worker Chris for deciding it's best to treat the mama to be - the baby will get plenty of attention) But something tells me, no one is going to give me an answer...the only person that knows when it'll be time for me to push is my little girl and I think my little girl is finally going to teach me the importance of patience.

I guess this is her way of truly de-throning me...