Hrm...How right they were when they wrote that sign. It really hit home, sloping in (again) yesterday morning to the Antenatal day unit's very small waiting room, with it's very small TV and very small radio...Flyingpops was asked to make a very quick visit to the little girls room to provide a very small sample (for mysterious testing purposes) and then, in very short order we were having another of the very short treatments designed to hurry up the little baby who is clearly enjoying it's not-so-short gestation (far too much)...
...and so we walk...
...while Thomas climbs up things...
...pretends to be Maria von Trapp...
...or Ray Mears...
...and we walk some more...
...while Thomas pretends to be Tenzing Norgay...
...or Peppa Pig...
...and we wait and we
wait (and sometimes even manage to get some sleep)...and
one day, hopefully in the not-too-distant future (insert slightly inappropriate "Very Hungry Caterpillar" reference about beautiful butterflies and nibbling holes here)...
Come on baby...I'm not sure the house can stand much more nest making before it just gives up and collapses around our ears and I'm pretty sure my shoes have already worn out...! ;)
