Because we didn't have much going on right now, David got himself into a little traffic crash at work (not his fault) Wednesday night. Now he's home for a couple of days on disability because he's not moving so well and he can't drive. But he gets to take fun drugs!
I'm pretty excited about possibly going into labor and driving myself to the hospital. There is nothing safer than a laboring driver on the freeways. (Mostly kidding; I'm sure he'll be fine to drive me.)
Thursday Daphne had two doctor appointments on the west side, and David had one, plus we had to go to his work so he could finish writing his report from the night before. We left a little after 9AM and didn't get home until almost 7PM. That's not such a long day for adult people, but it was hard on Daphne. I was so nervous about having the baby that day because there just wasn't any time to fit in a birthing. Stress levels were high.
Daph being so brave about getting x-rays. When I told her that big thing was a giant camera that was going to take pictures of her feet, she said the camera makes a loud noise. It's been probably a year and 1/2 since she's had x-rays, so how did she remember that?
Yesterday David had his first physical therapy session and he has two more appointments coming Monday and Tuesday. Basically, we absolutely cannot have the baby for at least another week because there is just no time to fit in a birth.
So keep that in mind, baby. One more week. Please.