Fully Baked

Today is my due date and so far no baby. I have been having contractions (I think) about even 15 minutes, but I don't want to get too excited just yet. We did some shoe shopping for Zack this morning and then went to Target for a few odds and ends. I'm trying to keep busy and my mind off of the baby and shopping is always the best distraction.

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.