My mother in law said that if I want the baby to come all I have to do is buy really expensive non-refundable tickets somewhere and — boom — that’s when I’ll go into labor. I’m thinking she may be on to something.
Last night my mom’s plane was scheduled to touch down at 8 p.m. but the flight got canceled — two flights, actually, thanks to the ice storm that has shut down air traffic to much of the east coast — but thankfully she was able to catch a last minute flight to an out of the way airport nearby that put her in at 11 p.m. Unfortunately, her luggage wasn’t able to join her. Her bags are still languishing up in Washington D.C. and with the continuing snowfall, it’s anyone’s guess when they’ll make it to Virginia.
It’s no fun to be without basic toiletries, underwear and a toothbrush, so Mom and I swung into Walmart — a.k.a. Duck Dynasty emporium — at about 1 a.m. last night to pick up these basic sundries and didn’t get home until about 2 a.m.
I thought for sure I’d go into labor at some point during this kerfuffle — I could totally see myself having contractions somewhere in the Duck Dynasty bedding aisle while a hapless janitor hovers nearby with a mop — but alas, it was not to be.
Where is this child?