Our midwife's sick today, so no stripping until tomorrow. I was talking with my mom about the process and she likened it to "scraping off that white bit of goo on a chicken breast." Not the most appealing thought, but (as I pointed out) you're not eating this anyway. Ick. What is appealing is the thought that, if the process works, Bean could be here 24 hours later. Wouldn't that be a loverly change of pace?
So, while I sit here with my thumb up my butt counting down the hours until then, it seems Ringo Starr is doing enough stuff to make up for my inertia. In fact, he's doing so much stuff that he just can't be bothered by fans any longer. Any fan mail postmarked after October 20 will be unceremoniously trashed, and Ringo will no longer be signing any autographs. Click here to hear the message straight from the horse's
Peace and love, peace and love... Whatever.
Labels: anticipating, Bean, misc
