With due date fast approaching, we started placing bets a few weeks ago about the exact day and time of Charli’s arrival. My guess? January 4th at 2:24p. That’s today! That means she has a lot of work to do over the next few hours. Problem is, Charli is being a very stubborn girl and is not cooperating with my plan.
I started the morning with a text to Alana that said “It’s baby day!” I then proceeded to start work while munching on some fortune cookies that I hid from the kids last week when we order Japanese carry-out. My first fortune…..
That HAS to mean a baby, right? I have spent the last 17 years raising children, cleaning house, reading bedtime stories, attending sporting events….and now the time has come for me to receive my “prestigious prize” which I am sure is my grandbaby!
Coincidence? I think not! Those cookie makers are smart cookies! Even my breakfast knows how much I have baby on the brain! And not just baby, I am also worried about Alana who is fed up with pregnancy and ready to be done with it all. I can’t handle another night watching her spend hours on the treadmill in hopes of walking Charli right out of there.
So, with all the new-found confidence in these magic cookies, I open up #3….
……nobody believes in fortune cookies anyway……