In other words, Junior is still quite happy ensconced in his current home. I pulled out one of my baby books today and found that I was actually a 41 week-er. Granted, I don’t remember the details of the time, but I know Mom had often said I was quite overdue and she just went about her business, and eventually I decided to push my way into the world.
I pointed out this information to the girls today and promptly jinxed myself by saying, "Hey, maybe that means today is the day!" HA! Now, trust me, I am quite grateful as I am still not sick (with my fatal-to-the -baby, hard-to-pronounce liver disease), I am not terribly uncomfortable and half the time still don’t really feel pregnant. For those of you (fortunate few?) who have seen our basement steps, yes, I can still zip up and down with full loads of laundry. Sadly, my dream of not being able to get down to the basement for months on end did not come true. On the other hand, there is a certain sentimental feeling one gets washing the baby clothes in Dreft for the first time….
Feel free to keep checking back, but as far as we know, our only plans for today are to get the car washed, finish putting the swing together, and maybe go for a swim this afternoon. And, if you are local, we promise to text ASAP, should anything else decided to pop up (or out)!