The day we've all been waiting for....keep waiting!
November 7, 2005. T-minus....zero. The countdown has reached it's conclusion...but where is Baby C?
The due date is upon us, and yet Baby C is apparently bargaining for more time. He's holding out for a better contract. Maybe he doesn't like what he has been hearing from the two of us. Maybe he can't stand me always turning the radio to ESPN, or maybe he doesn't like Brecken's show tunes? How are we to know. Maybe he doesn't like the idea of sharing a birthday with cousin Ryan, or maybe he doesn't like the idea of being a Scorpio. Maybe he's scared to see what we've been doing in that basement, or maybe he's creeped out by all the noises in the alley (hard to blame him).
It is hard to say what the holdup is about, but it is easy to say that he is running out of room for negotiation, or so Brecken keeps telling me. In the past week, we have tried most of the classic bargaining chips with this kid, including way too spicy food, long walks, driving the car along bumpy roads, and even a little mental telepathy. No dice. He is very consistent in his response - quick kick to the ribs followed by a flurry of punches to the bladder. I thought kids were supposed to control you once they arrive, yet this kid has managed to already take over Brecken. I'm not sure whether that makes me proud or sympathetic.
Brecken is meeting with a mediator (a.k.a. doctor) tomorrow to discuss our options.
Many thanks to all of you that have been checking in over the past week and especially over the weekend. No updates yet. We promise to keep you posted. Here is a quick picture of Brecken practicing her mental telepathy. Hopefully the next picture will be one to introduce you to the little guy.
The due date is upon us, and yet Baby C is apparently bargaining for more time. He's holding out for a better contract. Maybe he doesn't like what he has been hearing from the two of us. Maybe he can't stand me always turning the radio to ESPN, or maybe he doesn't like Brecken's show tunes? How are we to know. Maybe he doesn't like the idea of sharing a birthday with cousin Ryan, or maybe he doesn't like the idea of being a Scorpio. Maybe he's scared to see what we've been doing in that basement, or maybe he's creeped out by all the noises in the alley (hard to blame him).
It is hard to say what the holdup is about, but it is easy to say that he is running out of room for negotiation, or so Brecken keeps telling me. In the past week, we have tried most of the classic bargaining chips with this kid, including way too spicy food, long walks, driving the car along bumpy roads, and even a little mental telepathy. No dice. He is very consistent in his response - quick kick to the ribs followed by a flurry of punches to the bladder. I thought kids were supposed to control you once they arrive, yet this kid has managed to already take over Brecken. I'm not sure whether that makes me proud or sympathetic.
Brecken is meeting with a mediator (a.k.a. doctor) tomorrow to discuss our options.
Many thanks to all of you that have been checking in over the past week and especially over the weekend. No updates yet. We promise to keep you posted. Here is a quick picture of Brecken practicing her mental telepathy. Hopefully the next picture will be one to introduce you to the little guy.
posted by Sean at 11:06 PM
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