Phinlet Watch Day (Sorry I ran out of appendages to count) + 3

Nope.

I'm really starting to think he's got his mother's stubborn streak, in which case we'll be here next week, waiting. Maybe if I sneak up behind her and startle her throughout the next day or so it'll get things going.

My buddy WB says this is what I get for having "the sex". Is that what caused it. Damn, and here I had bought all kinds of filters to make sure it wasn't something in the water. I guess I can take the hazmat suit off and ditch the breathing mask too, can't be too safe, wasn't sure if it was contagious. Damn I guess there wasn't an interweb wide "out-break" after all, guess that goes to show that bloggers have a bit more than just time on their hands.

Contagion had a pretty good suggestion about keeping chocolate around and when she slips into berserker mode to toss a few at her. This sounds like the perfect idea, I'm actually quiet ashamed I hadn't thought of it.

Of course this suggestion leads to another question.
What type of candy? I've got the mini-reeses cups and hershey kisses on hand, but I don't think they'll slow her down. I'm leaning towards the King Sized Milky Way or Three Musketeers. If they're frozen to the proper temperature a well places shot to the temple should slow her enough for me to escape.

Oh yeah, before I forgot. We've got a vet doctor's appointment tomorrow morning, so I'll let y'all know what I find out.

Posted by phineas g. at 10:39 PM on February 23, 2006 | TrackBack
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Sweet One was a few *weeks* past estimated date of confinement. Doc was guestimating 9 pounds, give or take a pound...she was 8 pounds 12 oz. Yikes!!

Hang in there, soon enough you will be wanting to return him to the womb so you can get a full night's sleep.

My best to the Missus.

Posted by: Chrissy at February 23, 2006 10:50 PM

You may want to watch out incase chocolate does not sootheher because then she's gonna be real angry that you threw things at her and angry pregnant ladies move fater than you think!

Posted by: silk at February 24, 2006 06:12 AM

Yep, angry preggos are quick on their toes my friend, so be extra careful with that aim!

Posted by: oddybobo at February 24, 2006 12:32 PM

Maybe if you tried dropping casual hints like:

"You know, every day that baby's getting bigger and bigger..."

Perhaps that would help?

At least you both could get adjoining rooms in the hospital after you tell her that...

Posted by: WB at February 24, 2006 01:10 PM

It depends on the kind of chocolate your wife likes. For mine it was Hershey bars, and yes the king-size is the way to go.

Posted by: Contagion at February 27, 2006 08:22 PM