Feb.3rd

Week 40.

My mom called the doctor's office. I think I may be born today but not 100% sure. I think this snowstorm messed things up and I feel a little rushed.I would be lying if I said I have no qualms about leaving the safety of my insane but loving mother. There's like twelve storms coming this week, we did not win elections in El Salvy on the first round, plus Ukraine and Venezuela are in shambles as is Syria. The world seems out of balance. I guess I will just have to roll with it. I will play with my hands and self soothe until this is over.

Contractions started at 4 am , it is now eight o'clock at night and they don't seem to be getting any closer to each other. I guess we will just watch The Bachelor and then go to bed. maybe tomorrow is my day.

(later)

11:45 pm .....................or not. Contractions are rapidly getting more intense and closer to one another. Wuooooooooow, yup, five minutes apart. Mom's on the phone again with Dr. Carroll. She said to go to labor and delivery. It's go time. Breathe, Finn. You're about to join the world.