No Rush

No baby yet. For all of those types that keep asking when ::hello:: there's obviously not.
No baby name yet.  We've narrowed down. to about a hundred. 
No rush. We still have 9 days until the due date. 

Here's my 38 week picture, Mimi:

We are ready, and by ready, I mean SO EXCITED, over here! Of course we are. I keep thinking that if I don't think about it, I'll have a little more time. Like, contractions won't start if I'm not paying attention... or my water won't break if I'm not sitting around thinking about my water breaking. But you know, I'll probably be in the middle of Whole Foods planning a last minute weekend soiree when all amniotic fluid breaks loose. Wouldn't that be appropriate. I bet I wouldn't get out of there without someone trying to sell me a handmade pot to plant my placenta in. I'd probably buy it. I am a Marketers. Dream. And a sucker for ceramics.

If you wanna know how I'm waiting on this baby, this is it. I sit like this, on the couch, with something terribly delicious and gobble it up until there's nothing left. No, that's not a spot on your screen. That's jelly on my shirt. And two cookies in my hand. It's the only way to do things on the final countdown. 

I've been staying pretty involved, not shutting down just yet. Last night I ventured out and went to our new neighborhood's Neighborhood Watch Meeting. Wowza. Light years different from our old neighborhood. I walked in and was greeted by a familiar face... stepped to the side to wait for the meeting to start, and for real, If I'm lyin' I'm cryin', eleven women bull rushed over to me and were knocking outstretched hands together trying to be the first to introduce themselves to me. I felt like a prom queen. Or the last apple on the tree for the birds to peck at. I was surrounded in a semi-circle with dozens of questions and I was spinning my head answering two questions at a time and trying to get a question or two in myself. I got dizzy. It was awesome. The people here are so nice and so generous and really want to get to know our family. "Oh you should meet so-n-so, she stays home too, she's just two doors down from you and has an 18 month old. You'd love her!" and "Oh, you just let me know when that sweet baby gets here, I wanna help you any way I can. Ya hear?" and "My daughter babysits and we are just at the end of the culdesac. Please call anytime!" Overwhelming- but in the best way EVA. I love the 'burbs. We met a girl directly across the street who has already watched our kiddos for us, and she got Cham's approval... ... ... which, my friends, is not an easy feat. She is so amazingly opinionated and gets a little cynicism from her mama... So no complaints? That babysitter is hired. For life. 

 I say No Rush because, deep down in the pits of my soul, I know that the baby will come when it's ready. And I really am, in the pits of my deepest darkest places, OK with that. Really. But, you know, I'm good with surprises. Like :right now: would be great. After I get a nap :even better: 

Speaking of which, the kids only have about an hour left of nap time, so I better jump on that train. 

Will the next blog be a baby announcement? Let's take bets: No. 

Until Next Time, 

The Guff