28 days

No, I don't mean rehab! (Although they are similar...you can't drink and everyone keeps asking you how you feel.) I mean 28 days until the peanut arrives. Assuming he follows my carefully planned schedule. Anyone who has kids can probably give me the odds on that happening.

We've scheduled to be induced. Why, you might be wondering? Mostly because the husband has decided he would rather not deliver his son himself on the side of Interstate 90. My angel was born in about 4 hours, start to finish. That's pretty much a whirlwind labor experience, and I actually remember precious little of the whole thing. (Other than everything was happening too fast for me to get an epidural. That part I remember quite clearly.) At the time we lived about a half hour away from the hospital, if a person is willing to "fudge" the speed limit a little bit. Our current hospital is more like an hour and a half away. (80 miles of interstate and 10 miles to get through town) And apparently history has shown that second babies come even faster than their older siblings. So we-- myself, my husband AND my doctor-- would rather avoid any 911 calls and "I had my baby in the back seat of my Durango" news stories. This of course presupposes that the baby will agree to the terms. If he keeps his end of the bargain, and stays in until he is 39 weeks and 3 days, all should go according to plan. If he gets antsy, well, look for me on the 10 o'clock news.