No News.

Nope.  No baby yet.  The doc thought I would go any  second, but you know how that goes.  The doc thinks it's gonna happen quickly, so it takes 3 more weeks (please, no!).  So, we're on 24 hour baby-watch.  Ry is working from home for a while.  I'm lumbering around feeling like I can barely move, and not being very useful.  Well, there's a low pressure front moving in tomorrow, so maybe that will help.  I try to find a little hope in any little thing these days.  This kid is way too comfy in her cramped little condo.  And I can't think about anything but whether the next contraction will be the real thing... (Jeopardy music here)