These were Jeff's words this morning as he was getting ready for work. "It's really raining out there, today would be the perfect day to go into labor." Meaning that since he works construction outside it would be nice if he didn't have to work in the rain. I just smiled and thought, "yes, that sure would be perfect."
So here I am, still pregnant and waiting in anticipation. My calander is completely empty for the week as I have not made plans, assuming that our baby girl will soon be here to keep us busy. I have cleaned the house spotless for the 4th time in the last week. The carpets are vacuumed, the floors are scrubbed and all the laundry in the whole house is washed and put away. Braxton is starting to wonder if he will ever be a big brother. I think he is tired of riding in the car next to Adelle's empty carseat, wondering if mom's lap will ever be back to normal. Jeff can't focus at work as he anxiously waits for the magic phone call. I am completely preoccupied wondering when I am going to start having REAL contractions and how many more miles I can possibly walk. My dear mom came and took Braxton for the day so I could relax and rest and I have never felt so restless. I know I should be taking advantage of this time but here I sit, stradling my excercise ball, swaying my pelvis and drinking my raspberry leaf tea. Something will work soon I just know it!
