Yesterday I took Zack up to the lake for a few hours for some pumpkin painting and a chili cook off. I got lots of advice on how to get the baby out; castrol oil, White Castle sliders, a motorcycle ride, sex, spicy chili, and hit lots of bumps on the ride home.
Here is Zack creating his masterpiece. Notice the paint splatters on the wall.

I had a dream this morning that it was my due date and I was dropping Zack off at daycare and walking back to my car. I was driving the Nissan Xterra rental car I had after our car accident in May. The cops were surrounding the car and decided I wasn't who they were looking for, but after I opened the door the drug sniffing dog started going after the floor boards, so they arrested me. I told them it was a rental car and that it is my due date but they handcuffed me and took me to jail. I was bawling because I might have the baby in a jail cell and because I didn't have my snoogle pregnancy pillow to sleep with. Then I didn't know who to call with my one phone call because Ryan's cell phone doesn't work in his schools and I don't have my parent's cell number memorized.
Then I woke up. I think this means that I need a long vacation from the apartment business, where I see cops and assumed drugs daily.
Here are hopefully my last belly pictures - 40 weeks. Please send me some labor vibes.


3 comments:
You look great! She is going to be a petite little thing (but completely heathly!) :) Sending you labor vibes!!
You are still here!!!!! I thought for sure you'd have her by now! Hang in there...it won't be long!
You look great!
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