Bad Timing

Okay, so rarely is there "good timing" for a leak in your wall, but seriously, 2.5 weeks before this baby is due? Everything was ready, everything was clean. Not anymore. I am no longer begging for this kid to come. I am telling him that he needs to stay put for a while.

As I write this, they are tearing out the wet drywall in the corner of our living room, and we are waiting for a plumber to fix the leak in the slab. Yes, slab leak. Which means jack hammer. There goes clean. There goes ready. John reminds me that 3 weeks from now would have been even worse, but still. In my nesting pregnant brain, this is just not good. I'm so not in control, and never will be. Stay calm, Mandi. Stay calm.