100110 and no baby.
I blame it on our campaign to get him to stay in over the new year, which is, with the benefit of hindsight, obviously overenthusiastically done. And now he doesn't want to budge.
He is so going to miss the 良晨吉日*.
On the other hand, I have been invited to a crab dinner this coming Wednesday, where we will indulge in salted egg yolk and black pepper crab. I have promised to turn up if the baby does not make his appearance by then.
I can't believe I am actually making plans for crab-eating, when, by then, the baby will be overdue.
Ms M says: "It's so comforting to know that motherhood has not changed you - yet?"
Motherhood change my love for food? Never!
*I guess I could settle for 110110 as a last resort, if the baby were to cooperate. But honestly, I have an aversion to the numeral 11, for no particular reason except that it gives me bad vibes. I also don't like 7 and 9, and any other numerals that contain these digits (17, 19, 27, 29 etc). Figures I like: 8, 10.
Figures I'm neutral to: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 and 6