Hooray!  A whole new list of things for me to obsess over my baby having!

Wow.

About a week and a half ago, I was talking to Delle on the phone and I said that, at this point, there didn’t seem to be much difference between labor at 38 weeks and 40 weeks.  What difference will two weeks REALLY make?  She laughed at me and said, “Honey, believe me.. I know you think that it can’t be more uncomfortable than it is right now, but every week from here on out will be exponentially worse than the last.”

I think she was right.  I am dragging serious ass today.  So much so that, when I wandered into Daddy’s office to see if he had any change, he took one look at me and said, “Whoa.  Why are you here?  You should go home.”  This is from the man who didn’t notice when Jenni conspicuously woke up with 6 inches of hair gone and the office shears were mysteriously missing.

And I know I’m not the only one.  Bryan is so exhausted he didn’t put the travel system together last night.  He is one of those “can’t stand for it to be in a box” kinda guys, which is nice.  But our travel system still sits in its box, untouched.  THAT’S how tired he is.

Part of me really hopes that I don’t have the baby until after Thanksgiving so we have some time to rest up.  The other part of me would really like to enjoy the Iron Bowl without fear of heartburn.

Coming later today: my love for Gordon Ramsey.