I know many of you are wondering what is going on.
I wish I knew too. Don't worry, once I do have an update, I will be here in a matter of seconds to fill you all in.
9:23 A.M. : No news yet.
9:31 A.M. : Granny Weaver (Tiff's Mom) must have channeled the InterWebs, because she just called me. The Cervidil did its job last night and the removed it this morning. The last time Granny Weav spoke to Paul at 7:00 A.M., Tiff was dilated 1.5 cm. Looks like it will be some time yet.
9:44 A.M. : A collective sigh of relief from the InterWebs.
11:17 A.M. : Ate my lunch (Lean Cuisine roasted potatoes, broccoli & cheddar cheese sauce... Not bad, yet not filling) wondering if Tiff got to watch the new 90210 last night...Or at least remembered to DVR it. Make note to save it on my DVR just in case.
12:14 P.M.: ::Reads Laura's comment:: Throw me a friggin' bone here. I feel as though we (as in me AND the InterWebs) are in one, big waiting room currently. Maybe you should all have words with Miss Tiff when she returns as to why she left her cell phone at home as she was going to check into the hospital to have a baby. Our only saving grace is that Granny Weav stayed at Casa de Luc last night and saw Tiff's phone sitting on the table. Thoughtfully, she opened it up and saw my missed call and called me.
1:15 P.M.: As we’re sitting here twiddling our thumbs waiting for any sort of update. This is what I imagine is going on in Tiffany’s pre-delivery room.
Tiffany: “God, Paul this effing hurts.”
Tiffany: “For real. It’s like pushing a ham out of my ass.”
Paul: “Oh come on, it can’t hurt that bad.”
Tiffany: “Are you kidding me?”
Paul: “Yeah, it’s not like you are getting tackled by Mean Joe Green.”
Tiffany: “Get out.”
Actually, I am sure none of this is happening as Paul is great guy. Alas, I thought it was funny to use some football terminology for Paul’s sake. 'Til the next time...
2:33 P.M. : Have you ever watched paint dry?
3:38 P.M. : I have to leave for a doctor's appointment. Most certainly, this will be when I receive the announcement phone call. Don't fret, I will be updating via the mobile if the call comes in. You will just have to excuse any typos.
7:00 P.M. : Gah, note to self...BlackBerry is not friends with Blogger. I do apologize for my absence, but I do have a minor update. Granny Weaver did in fact call while I was on my way to the doctor. They broke Tiff's water around 3:00 P.M. and by 4:00 P.M. (when I spoke to Granny Weaver) she was at about 4 cm. Our girl Tiff is looking good and has even gotten some naps in. Stay tuned.....
8:07 P.M. : 9 CENTIMETERS, PEOPLE, 9 CENTIMETERS!!. Just received another call from Granny Weaver and BL is just taking his little 'ol time. Tiff did receive her epidural earlier and is feeling ok. Some minor heartburn due to Mason pushing against her esophagus. Who knew that he would need map! Paul has been quoted as saying, "She's [Tiff] my hero." I told Mrs. Weaver that perhaps once Tiff gets to 10 cm, Mason will dance right out. Mrs. Weaver agreed and said, "He'll be playing Guitar Hero!"
10:30 P.M. : I fell aseep.