My doppler has been a mere 20 minutes away, in Lachine, since 4:30 p.m. yesterday.
UPS updates appear about an hour after they’ve happened.
If I had psychic UPS talent, I would have zipped there and back and had my baby’s heartbeat strumming through my ears a whole solar cycle earlier.
Who knows when it’ll get here. Hopefully before I have to leave the house, 4:30-ish.
I’m holding myself back from sitting on my porch for the day as to not miss a second of brown truck goodness.
Where are you, little doppler?
Are you cruising around in the back of the truck, meandering around the city while onlookers go ‘oh, fun, someone’s getting a package today!’?
ARG! UPS TRUCK, WHEREAREYOU! AGRGAGAHAGAGARAGAGAHAHGAHARARARAHAGHGAHGA!!!
The end.
Hope, the Bean 