Less than 24 hours

24 hours from now Peter will be out of Mommy's belly, whether he wants to get out or not. We’ve spent almost a week trying to convince him to do a slight adjustment of his position, but he’s having none of it. Oh, he doesn’t mind moving, but changing positions seems to be out of the question. I should be well within my rights years down the road to expect him to stay in one place when asked to do so, and not run around like a little wild man. But I don’t think it’s likely.



So now I’m ready to hold him in my arms and change his diapers and all that. Today is just another day of waiting. Again. Waiting sucks…