First of all: Nope, no baby.

Lots of those lovely “fake” contractions all night, but nothing too painful.  Just enough to keep me awake.  Which is fine.  I really have made peace with the baby coming when he’s ready.

I want to sing the praises of the people around me for a second.  I was blessed enough to come home last week one day to find a note from my neighbor Caroline that said, “I bought Tony a cookie.. but of course the only way he can enjoy it is for you to eat it.”  How wonderful IS that?  A cookie, to my doorstep?  It truly made my day, and I keep that card in my purse to make me smile.  Thank you endlessly, MCP.

We ran into more happy people this weekend, which was nice.  They all had kids, so they could offer words of encouragement, which was also nice. 

Perhaps the nicest part is that my husband is home tonight.  No football practice, no basketball games, no build, no tech nights.. he’s home.  With me.  Which means we’ll be sitting and twiddling our thumbs, because what in the hell do we have to talk about?  But he’ll be home.  With me.

We’ve hit the point of pregnancy where everyone starts asking, “Twins?”  No, just one huge ass lady.  And although every time he sticks a finger in my cervix, the doctor swears the child has descended, I can’t believe it.  That, or the child is close to two feet long.  Because how can he be in the birth canal and still kick me in the uvula all night?