I have fandangoed tickets for the rest of the family to see Star Wars on Noah’s birthday. I dropped off Star Wars micro-machines for the bakery to use on top of the requested chocolate cake. The presents are bought (all Star Wars themed) and as soon as the children are in bed I will get the gifts wrapped. Noah’s birthday should be okay regardless of whether I am home with the baby, in the hospital or still waiting and grumbling. I know am clearly insane, but I think at tomorrow’s midwife appointment I’ll beg for one more week to let this baby come on his own. I really don’t want to be induced. Or maybe I do.