Aarggh!!

Roughly 3 1/2 years ago, Jen was 38 weeks pregnant. On Wednesday of that week in 2004, Jen had her weekly appointment with her OB. He told her that she had started to "progress" and that if she was still pregnant, "we'll see you next week". The next day, Peanut was born.

Flash forward to this week. We find Jen, again 38 weeks pregnant with a baby that's measuring 40 weeks, visiting her doctor for her weekly appointment. It's fairly safe to say the Jen and I both (based on our previous experience at this point during pregnancy) were expecting to hear that she'd progressed further than what she had been, meaning that probably, Swanny Jr. would be here no later than Saturday.

Alas.

Much to our (especially Jen's) frustration, minimal progress has been made. Dr. E suggested that, despite this being the time during her first pregnancy that Jen's body decided it was time to deliver Peanut, this baby might behave a little differently. Our response: No shit.

We've reached a point where Jen is pretty uncomfortable and we both just want to have Swanny Jr. here so we can get on with watching and helping him grow up.

Hopefully, we won't have to wait too much longer. As Tom Petty sang, "The waiting is th hardest part."