No Fourth of July baby for us, the little bastard. No amount of fireworks booming directly in front of her could convince her that it's a fun, bright, sparkly world out here and she should come join us.
If she decides to come today I'll be pissed because it's the one day my doctor isn't working this week. She was even on call yesterday, so it would have been perfect. Now that she DIDN'T come on my preferred timetable (shocker) she'd damn well better wait until Thursday! I don't want some unknown doctor all up in my junk...and I mean REALLY up in my junk - like intestines and bladder and inside me and shit.