Ok, so here it is in a nutshell:
The bathroom sits, tub and surround in place, with pipes waiting to be set and connected. John the plumber never called.
My contractions have stayed quiet whilst we have toiled on the house.
Tomorrow we are going to the plumber first thing. Mama is going to work the ever-loving-heck out of her belly in the hopes of appealing to the plumber’s sense of pity (or scaring the hell out of him). Then, in my perfect scenario, we’ll take said plumber back to our house, show him the pipes and begin the affordable (a girl can dream) journey to bathing in our own home again.
Healthy plumbing. Healthy baby. Contented Amanda.
You know what?
I take it all back. I just want her to be healthy.
Wishing for a good plumber doesn't negate wishing for a wonderfully healthy baby.
I'm wishing for BOTH for you!
Considering everything that's happening, you seem to be handling it all so smoothly! Colour me impressed.
I think all your dreams should come true, why not.
I have just said a little prayer that it happens just that way.
just healthy baby. you're right. i will be doing my best to manifest that for you in the most expeditious manner possible!
What a whirlwind. I'm wishing and hoping for all three – you deserve it.
Hopefully he's a cute plumber 🙂 With no visable crack.
She'll be healthy! I just know it!! I can't believe she's almost here…
Wait, yes? no? I'm confused?!(surprised? why no!)
Are you in labor, or not?
This was last night!
Squeee—-Oprah? That's the BIG TIME, girl!
Wishing you plumbing luck—for the bathroom. And for you and that baby kicking you in your plumbing.