Apparently, my induction was scheduled for 7 PM which is significantly, completely and utterly different than AM.
Specifically, one is in the MORNING and the other is in the EVENING.
Now that I am done freaking out and we have figured out who is going to take care of Arun tonight and tomorrow because in other news, our plans for him fell through, I am doing okay.
Actually, I'm lying. My shit is totally freaked out.
Recycled from the BoobLog because I am a lazy bitch. Who happens to be giving birth sometime in the near future. Or something like that. Bah.
I am getting induced bright n' early tomorrow morning. Arun has already been informed that his contract for the position of Head Honcho is up for renegotiation and that his new terms aren't looking so hot.
In the meantime, let me entertain you with a thrilling tale of exactly how stupid I can be.
Friday, 7/6/07 - Anjali's Due Date
With no baby imminently showing the whites of her eyes that night, I thought that I would splurge and get a vanilla malt. I love malts and HATE milkshakes - but I rarely get malts because they are what? A squillion calories or something? Anyway..... So, I go to Sheriden's then drive merrily on my way home. I pull into the garage, reach for the malt and it's not there. I realized with a slight horror what I had done. I had basically chucked a $20 bill at the kid in the drive-thru window at Sheriden's - then, I drove off. DUDE. I didn't even get my change, much less my malt. So, yeah. I sheepishly drove back to Sheriden's to retrieve my money and malt. Sadly, they were fresh out of Dignity and Pride.
I may not have birthed a baby on my due date Friday, but apparently I birthed my brain.
However. There's even more.
X was the IN THE CAR WITH ME THE ENTIRE TIME.
Innernets, I ask of you - - - What's HIS excuse??
Talk amongst yourself.