As suspicious as the lack of blogging is, it is not indicative of the newest Avent's arrival. And this is a good thing. I've been standing on my head for the past five days to ensure that Eleanor would not be born in our car, on the side of the road, in a snow bank. It worked!
I did make it out during the brief pause between Snowmageddon and Snowver Kill to see my midwife, who assures me labor is in the cards. Apparently I'm "thinning" and "softening" and about a centimeter dilated (thus, the self-prescribed bed rest of the past few days).
Ellie has been very agreeable, apparently listening attentively when I've told her of the extreme inconvenience her birth would cause us during "the worst winter DC has ever seen." I think she's mostly been holding out until it is clear all the grandparents will make it up safely for her debut. Either that or she will use this kind gesture to cash in on future requests like borrowing the car or getting the newest Apple whateverthehellitsgoingtobein10years.
But now I'm a little worried. Does all this wishing she'll stay put doom to me to be the next contender for the longest pregnancy record?
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