Update

It's finally here. The day we've all been waiting for. D-Day. My due date.

Aaaaaand, there ain't much happening around here.

As of yesterday afternoon at the doctor, I'm still completely closed up. No effacement, no dilation. Awesome.

Though last night I did start to feel contractions. And holy crap am I scared now.

So, unless I have some random miracle gene in me that makes labor progress from nothing to pushing in a matter of hours (most women take days or even weeks to get that far), I'm still hangin' tight. Actually, we talked to the doctor and I'm going to the hospital on Sunday night to be induced first thing Monday morning.

Last year for President's Day, my day off was switched to it and I attended a Tim Tam Slam Jam in the afternoon with a bunch of girls from church--I remember it was SUPER bitterly cold so we used hot chocolate for our slams and Grant took me out for deep dish pizza afterward. It was a good day.

Somehow I think that even without the deliciousness of Tim Tams, the fun of multiple rooms of girl talk and delicious deep dish to boot, this year will be a whole lot better. I might have had a good date at the end of the day last year, but with any luck I'll get a baby at the end of the day this year. Now that really is awesome.

Yesterday when she came into the examination room the doctor said every time her pager goes off in the middle of the night and she goes through her list of patients that could be needing her, I'm always at the top of her list...and it's never me.

Lybi's comment gives me hope though, "Your pregnant days are numbered, girl!"

And the maximum number is FOUR.

Man, I could really go for some Tim Tams right now...