still not time :(

And, I'm bigger and bigger every day. All we have is 2 cms and NO OTHER SIGNALS.

Many of you have come forward to share your stories and empathize with the Heffalump-ness I'm feeling. I am extremely grateful to you for reaching out and comforting me with your stories. I guess everything that's going on is NORMAL and most of you have shared the experience. THANK YOU!

So--OK already. LET'S GET THIS #$%^&* SHOW ON THE ROAD. Is is possible to compel your offspring, as their parent, to make the move? I wish. All I know is I've been having some seriously persuasive conversations with Isaac Nathaniel.

My dear and wonderfully supportive MiL, Carolyn, said today that babies that are past due (technically we're not until Sunday) look more like BABIES and are generally pudgier and therefore cuter than babies born earlier. So--that's a benefit.

I have my good days and bad days. Today is a good day. There is an end in sight. I think if things don't move on their own, we will have serious chats with the doctor about an induction sometime next weekend--Friday, Saturday or Sunday. He said he'd want that anyway. Dave starts school on Monday! And my dear uncle Adam is also travelling on business that week too. So--we've got to get things MOVING!

One tremendously wonderful thing is that Dave said we should just have TAKE OUT from now on (Thank you God). One sad thing is that our doggie care standards have virtually gone out the window. Though, God makes things like TREADMILLS. Which, are wonderful for large doggies living in 1000 sq. ft. apartments.

One not-so-much thing is that THERE IS SO MUCH STILL TO DO to set up things for our house closing, and getting us settled in to the area. One would think I'd have it all wrapped up at this point. No.

Boring, I know. I'm bored. B*O*R*E*D. My big activities are laying on the couch with my feet elevated to avoid deep vein thrombosis and pulmonary embolism. Oh, and groaning.

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