I’m sitting here waiting for a Facebook update, text message or email informing me that our friends’ baby has finally arrived. The baby went past its due date, as first babies often will, and she checked into the hospital today to be induced. So far, we haven’t heard a peep, which is making my husband antsy. He is getting ready to head up to the hospital to see how things are going, nosy guy. I have to say, I’m glad it’s not me who is the one having the baby. Labor is no fun. Neither is the rest of the pregnancy, if truth be told. I remember having not only morning sickness, but afternoon and evening sickness as well. I had it the entire first part of my pregnancy, and actually lost some weight. It’s a good thing to know that morning sickness means that you have plenty of healthy pregnancy hormones, meaning the pregnancy is likely a healthy one. Of course, that’s not what you’re thinking about when you’re heaving with nausea because someone burned toast. I tried eating ginger cookies, but to no avail. These days, there is a device you can put around your wrist to reduce the nausea. Man, I wish they had had that back when I was pregnant with my kids! Of course, I’d have probably been much fatter during the pregnancies. Hmm.