39 weeks and a day.
We went to the gynae’s today and the moment we entered, gynae said, “So, still no sign ah?”
Erm, yeah, apparently not.
“So when you want baby to be delivered?”
Erm, *swallows hard*.
“You have to give birth right? You can’t be like that forever right?” Gynae gestures to my tummy.
“So pick a date this week la. Go to the hospital at midnight, induce you, then baby out by noon.”
“How’s Tuesday midnight?”
Nervous laughter from me (of course).
OKAY. HERE GOES.