T+4 and still no baby Gus Gus

Knock knock.

“Who’s there?”

It’s not Gus Gus.

She’s turned, she’s out of room, but she’s not here and is working as hard as she can on not showing up while the grandparents are all in town to help.

Basically she’s pulling a Maggie.

We’ve tried the acupressure points, and tomorrow Kim’s got some acupuncture lined up. Spicy foods, nothing but flames. Basically it’s eviction time as we’d like the grandparents to meet the new baby/we’d like to have some help during the first week at least of baby’s life.

Also Kim is tired of Gus Gus kicking her in the ribcage.

Maggie jumped on my lap yesterday, slapped my belly, and exclaimed “SISTER!”. I don’t think she’s quite got the idea of this yet. Oh well.