45 minutes left in the day, the 25th of June, 2005. I’m still pregnant. Not in labor. I’m having contractions, but they’re more a tease than anything else, unpredictable, weak. They’ve been coming sort-of randomly since Thursday night.
I think we can be sure now that he’s not going to make it on time. Late – I should have known that any child of mine would be late. I can’t be on time to anything, why should he?