This Is Getting Ridiculous!

Well. I'm not in the hospital yet, although I should have been 12 hours ago. Okay, okay, I should be waiting until my bag of waters breaks of its' own accord, but I'm not. I can't do it anymore! Today is the day! We got a lot done around the house yesterday--we actually have a living room, you can actually walk into baby's room, and there are only empty totes in the kitchen (i.e., most of the unpacking is complete). It's a nice feeling, to be able to sit at one's table and actually eat a meal while not trying to balance it on one's belly. Sure, there's plenty more to do, and I should probably start some laundry, but you just never know when they will call, and I'd rather not have a load sitting in the washer for days. I have taken a shower, put on some make-up, and I even did my hair. I haven't been this ready for anything in quite some time. I shaved yesterday, so I'm already getting prickly, but there's no way I'm shaving again until after monsieur makes his debut. WAY too much effort and too little reward. Should I call them again? I don't think they have forgotten me, but you never know. At this rate, I won't even be going in today! Okay, let's think positively, using our daily affirmations to control the pain: "I'm good enough, I'm smart enough, and doggone it--people like me shouldn't have to wait this long for a freakin' hospital bed!"