Nothing Yet

Sorry to leave both of you loyal readers hanging like that. There is no news as of Monday morning. Contractions are coming often, but not regularly. Maggie has spent the last several days mostly lying on the bed, reading Chicken Soup for the Mother's Soul, a gift from her sister-in-law, Sarah. When she's not reading that, she's reading "A Guy Walks Into a Bar..." a collection of jokes she's borrowed from her handsome and witty husband.

We've been to the Obstetrician's office three or four times in the last seven days. Last time the doctor said, "Ok, I'm going to induce labor" with the understandable reaction "Oh my god! Really?" The doctor replied, "No, go home. Good bye." Funny guy, that doctor. I had hoped to have a baby on Sunday, his day off.