I've waited here for you, everlong...

As anti-climactic as new year's eve 1999, our due-date has been and gone (9 days overdue, and counting).

The fact that I have time to post here is as good an indicator as any that baby is yet to arrive. Yes, it seems even my offspring has trouble getting out of bed. I guess it wouldn't have been right any other way. I just hope it continues after the birth.

It's funny how quickly things change, not least of all my wife's mood. Just 9 months ago we were honeymooning in Mexico, footloose and fancy-free (well, comparatively). The majority of those months have flown by, and yet the last couple of weeks have felt like an eternity.

We wait.
Tick follow tock follow tick...
With each new day, a fresh disappointment.

We know it's happening, but when? It's takes frustration to all new unbearable levels. And yet, we're acutely aware that within days (if not hours) after the birth we're likely to be wondering what on earth we've got ourselves into, and looking back on these days with rueful envy.

Life is delicious irony, but what else is there?