Nope. No baby yet. In fact I’m pretty much resigned to the idea that I’m going to have to be induced and that won’t happen until the 25th or so. I don’t really want to go through that but as the days go by and I see no new symptoms, I’m accepting the fact that I’m probably going to be part of that 80 percent of new moms who deliver late. Of course. Why would I go against the grain?

So yeah, I’m going crazy. I feel like a cow. I hate to go out of the house because nothing fits and I look like a freak. I’m already stressing about how I’m going to lose all this weight post baby. I know, I know… breast feeding is like hooking up to a human liposuction machine (thanks to Carrie for that image) but it isn’t consoling me.

But when I do go out, at least I am rewarded by beautiful sunsets!

I’m sorry to be down today… I really do appreciate you crossing all your “bendy parts” for me. I just… well, I WANT THIS BABY ALREADY! I’m perturbed at her because I think she’s being stubborn. Toby says it’s my fault not the baby’s fault. He says my insides are too healthy and they won’t let her come out. Whatevs.