Holding Pattern

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen, we're making our final decent into the Bismarck/Mandan area. Theres a gusty northwest wind and some rain in the area. The tower is recommending that we hold at 10000 feet and circle the area for a bit until this system passes. The Captain has turned back on the fasten seat belt..... we'll have you on the ground in the next hour or so."

Yep, this is how this last week feels. You know that sometime before you're a week older that you'll be a parent, it's just not clear as to when that will exactly be. So we're in a holding pattern.

You can only rearrange the diaper setup and vacuum the floor so many times before it become overkill. This is beginning to be more painful than watching the last 30 seconds of an NBA game. I can't even think of anything funny to write anymore.

Hospital bag is packed.
Route to hospital is mapped out.
Ipod is sync'd. (I put on Outlaw Josey Wales and Jerimiah Johnson just in case theres a lot of down time.)
Room is ready.

Not much more to tell you right now.
If I hear anything I'll make sure that you're the first to know.