Still waiting...

Well, we are still waiting for baby to show. Sam asked her the other night "Don't you want to come out and meet us? We want to meet you." The 'official' due date has come and gone, and it looks like I'll have to go back to work on Monday. Dang!

Sam's football team finally got its first win last night, and I chalk it up to the baby's presence. It was the first game I'd been to all season, and it clearly made a difference. It was Homecoming, also, so there was much pageantry and celebration with a win.

Sam claims I'm nesting more--I just called it 'cleaning the house because it is Saturday and I didn't do any of it all week.' Those of you who have lived with me would be amazed at how messy I let my house get on occasion. I'm just too tired after work.

I'm out--the baby is rolling around and causing shooting pain down my leg, so I must get up off my chair! Bad baby--you are not the boss!

Nesting?

Could I be getting ready for baby? I did just spend 45 minutes vacuuming, then disassembling the vacuum and cleaning the parts of the filter. I broke a serious sweat and now my ankles are swollen like crazy, but it had to be done!

The official due date is this Friday, so we could be going any time now. As Sam said last night "We are days away from being 'Mom and Dad' to someone instead of 'Sam and Corrie'" Yikes.