D-Day

Today is my due date and, as most of you know, I'm still pregnant. I went in for my appointment today and we are 100% sure that I will go into labor and have a baby, but I can't give you a lot of details outside of that. Baby Joe and the Lord Himself are the only ones who know when this kid is coming and neither of them are talking!

Here are some reasons I love the women of the birth center...
Two weeks ago, Becky and McKayla (Becky owns the birth center and McKayla is their office manager) told me I had the look about me and they thought I would have him anyday. So last week when I walked in still pregnant McKayla gave me a big hug and goes, "Well, we called that wrong!" McKayla is British and thus has the cool British accent that makes everything sound better. This week when I walked in, still pregnant mind you, she just goes, "What are you doing?"
Since it is D-day, Amy did the usual blood pressure, listened to Joe's heartbeat, and measured my belly and weight, but then also checked my cervix to see what, if anything, was going on. She then helped me back out of the chair and turned her back so I could get dressed and goes, "I'll give you a little privacy." Which made me laugh. This is the woman who delivered Blythe and just checked my cervix so me putting my jeans back on is one of the least intimate things we've done together. So I just replied, "Really Amy, at this point in our lives together, what's the point?" And we had a good giggle.

Thanks to everyone for the phone calls and emails checking up on me. Sorry, I'm being really bad about returning said sweet calls and emails cause I really don't have anything to report. Still pregnant, he's still kicking the tar out of me every chance he gets, and Caleb is still pretty jumpy anytime I call his name.