Yesterday was my due date. You know, that fictional date the doctors give as as a sign of hope that you may one day meet your baby.
Well, the day came and went without so much as a false contration or leaking of the waters (unless you count my tears).
So, Plan B it is.
As my friends are boarding airplanes to the coasts, checking into fancy hotels and sipping mai tais beach side, I will be vacationing hospital-style.
Our bags are packed. Pre-boarding starts today at noon. Check-in tomorrow at 8am.
Come hell or high water, we will be meeting our little girl.