You know, the suspense wouldn't be so bad, or as much, if the doc hadn't told me it was highly likely the baby'd be out before Friday. Yeah, well it's Wednesday now, and he ain't even acting like he cares to ever come out! What ticks me off is that at night he's all movey and I have lots of contractions here and there. Then, during the day I'm just tired (b/c I can't sleep at night) and feel like crap, and he only moves when I bother him. What's up with that!? JUST COME OUT ALREADY!!!!!!!

So anyway, I'm trying desperately just not to think about it. Which, of course, if you have ever been prego, you know isn't possible. My every effort is thwarted by any sudden pain or movement or just thought that this could be the moment. I really just want to say, "Hey, just wait, and he'll come when he comes," but come on. That just ain't happenin'. Since she won't induce me on Friday, though, I really, REALLY want him to come on his own by then. Mommy is leaving Sat. for Myrtle Beach, and if he comes while she's gone then she won't be here for it. How upsetting!

On a high note, though, I do have GREAT help around the house. Admittedly, we are all quite tired lately, and kinda letting things slip (mainly me), but last night my mens helped tidy up before TJ went to bed:


Taryn made sure to keep everybody in check and did a thorough inspection of their job before they were allowed to call it a day:


Man, am I lucky! Just imagine what I can do with THREE little sets of hands to do my dirty work! Ahh ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!

I hope you have a great day, and I'll see you soon, I hope. Or maybe not...