No room at the inn

We were in a holding pattern for several hours last night, but we finally got word around 8:30PM that the maternity ward was filled. We're going to give it another shot starting at 7AM.

For those of you who are following along at home, yesterday was similar to sitting on an international flight and watching that little plane icon ever-so-slowly creep across the world map on the back of the seat rest in front of you.

Mika, some day we'll tell you this story as part of an effort to make you feel guilty. You'll probably be a teenager who just declared that we are ruining your life. We'll sit you down and tell you about how long you made us wait for you to be born. We'll probably toss in a snow storm and a broken down car for good measure, but you'll get the picture. Yup, the longer you hold out in the womb, the more ammo you give us. (I have officially turned to guilt and coercion to induce labor... we'll see how that works out).