Well, today's the day we were told shit's supposed to go down. Got a feeling we'll be going a little late. Peanut has started dropping but isn't in any big hurry. Can't say I blame him/her. That can't be an enjoyable trip. I expressed how I felt bad for Peanut having to squeeze his/her noggin through that tiny opening. Jen's reaction was something along the lines of "POOR PEANUT?!? WHAT ABOUT ME?!?". I patted her head and promised to buy her an ice cream after. That didn't help.
So it's a waiting game from here on out. We'll keep you posted!