Is it 10 PM yet? I've been waiting all evening for The Apprentice to come on so that I can get my mind off my doctor's appointment. Joe's been watching NBA, bllleckk! I'm about to go insane. Cleveland vs. Miami, Lebron who's that?
Anyway, back to the appointment, not much to say aside from the fact that my doctor doesn't think I'll be going into labor before I'm induced on Monday. I was really hoping we weren't going to have to evict this little guy. This has put me in a very foul mood. I have typed 2 other blog post about my frustrations, but they all seemed childish and like I was throwing a tantrum, so I'll leave them in draft. I know, no one wants to hear a mother of three, soon-to-be four, whine like a pathetic spoiled brat.