The next two days are fraught with peril...

scheduling peril that is. While I've been eager to go into labour, now I'm starting to want it to hold off a little...
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Our water heater has a suspicious ailment possibly related to a malfunctioning water softener (which we thought was fine). We can only hope other appliances haven't been affected. Anyway, having to get it replaced is adding to the busy nature of the next few days.

Tomorrow Moira has morning playgroup and and afternoon doctor's appointment. It's only a well check, and my mom could take her if we can't, but I'd still like to be there.

Thursday I have a morning ultrasound assessment that will take at least an hour. Then the water heater is being replaced sometime in the afternoon. It would be best if I or Darcy were here for that too as there are questions to be asked and options to try with the new install. That evening we go for another assessment and consult at the hospital, which could lead to who knows what...

So part of me wants all this scheduling to go well and no labour to happen. The other part of me wants labour to get going right away so maybe we'll even be back for the water heater thing and not need the assessments.

But there's no way to really plan or control any of this unfortunately, and that's as frustrating as the general I'm-tired-and-heavy-and-why-isn't-this-baby-out feelings.

Sigh.