It’s inevitable. In less than two weeks someone is going to be offended. Actually it will be a few “someone’s” who are going to be offended and upset with my actions and choice.
There are the immediate neighbors… pseudo-grandparents… who are expecting an “I’m in labor” phone call to watch the girls or take me to the hospital.
Then there’s the other two neighbors- one on each end of the street. Both whom are expecting the exact same call.
Of course there’s a nurse a few streets down who just so happens to work at the hospital and would love to get the phone call. I think secretly she is itching for my history of precipitous labors to continue its merry way so she has delivery bragging rights.
Another good friend who lives roughly 5 minutes away and has expressed discontent at times because she feels she’s the last to know anything and apparently wants the info firsthand, and first and foremost, at all times.
Those are just a few of the immediate vicinity ones. Do you by chance happen to see a trend here? I haven’t brought in the politics of family hierarchy. Gibbs’ family that is.
Daily I am bombarded with random email or text messages from everyone reminding me to let them know “right away” when it’s time so they can help me.
Part of me is not ready to offend all these people. Another part of me says to secretly schedule the induction the doctors so badly desire and just go to the hospital without telling anyone! lol
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