No sign of baby. Due date came and went. Bags are packed and we are twiddling our thumbs.
On one hand, his tardiness has allowed me to finish my Christmas shopping that I swore I'd get done before he came. Everthing is ready. So I'll venture out of the house to kill time and walk a little, and store clerks ask me when I'm due. I tell them "yesterday" and they are a little surprised to see me bouncing through the store with ease. Then they disappear out of fear that my water might break and they'll be responsible for the clean-up of amniotic fluid on Isle 7.
Oh, and Sunday's are a blast. Our church is small, so I get asked by every. single. member. if we are ready to have a baby and if we're excited. Um, yes. And my mother in law has been kind enough to remind me every week that all her kids were 11 pounds and that all her kids were 2-3 weeks late. Thanks. Perhaps I'll just hibernate until he gets here. It's been too cold to go outside anyway.
In other news, daddy got a new truck! His old truck (which is still trooping along) has almost 300,000 miles on it, and we needed something with 4 doors. We'll keep both trucks for now, but for some reason Jon feels like he's "cheating" on his old truck. He loved his truck. I for one, am a fan of the new truck: it's got heated seats. It almost feels like you peed your pants, but no wetness. Its great, really.
Anywhoo, I'm hoping my next post will be to report a new bundle of joy! Stay tuned!