Well we failed at having a St Patrick’s Day baby, and from the looks of it we’re going to fail at having a baby in the teens of March. Hurry up, Mango.
That about sums up the mood – for both me and Chris. We’re ready. Of course we have no real idea what we’re getting into, and we’re not really ready because how can you ever be ready, but we’re as ready as we’re going to be. It’s time to get the show on the road. We just need Mango to hear our pleas and bust a move. Mango?
You know what’s worse than wondering when Mango will arrive? Wondering if Mango will be late. We can handle another two weeks even though we would rather not, but the notion of another three to four weeks sounds rather unpleasant. Alas, we’ll have to wait and see.