aaaaaaaaaaaaaand….

nothing. nada. zilch.

::sigh::

I wanted this to be it so badly, but here I sit in bed feeling perfectly fine & normal while Nate snores beside me.

Also, just as a side note…I’ve been getting laid every night for the past two weeks. Lack of sex is not the reason for my cervix not cooperating, I promise.

HeirtoBlair500x150 v41 aaaaaaaaaaaaaand....

Tonight.

I have lots of pressure.
Especially in my bum.
But then I pooped.
& the pressure got even worse.
So we went for a walk.
Did I mention that my back hurts?
But no contractions.
So we’re going to go get some spicy food.
Which I will eat sitting on an exercise ball.
While we watch the Office wedding. ::squeaaaa::

I would like to have this baby within the next 24 hours, please.

Here's your sign.

Because unless you’re doing drugs that make you hallucinate pregnant chicks, it’s obvious that I am “still here.”

& unless there’s a new trend for mother’s to return to work the day after delivery, I have not had the child. Obviously.

If the basketball under the shirt didn’t already scream that into your Spidey-senses.

I am officially the most boring person in the universe.

It’s not that I don’t WANT to update…it’s that I have nothing to update.

Baby is still on lock-down, I’m still working, & it’s pretty much just a waiting game.

Scratch that. I’m actually not working today & taking sick time because I feel like crap on a stick. Deep-fried, since it’s almost state fair time. My throat hurts. My head hurts. My stomach hurts. Actually…I can’t really think of anything on me that doesn’t hurt or isn’t sloshing with fluid. So I decided to spend the day on the couch in jammies with a cup of coffee.

Except true to myself, my mind is already racing with things that I should/could/would get done — mop the floors. dust. make meatloaf & mashed potatoes for dinner. & brownies for dessert. take Tuck to the dog park. have a baby.

HAVE A BABY.

Which adds to the frustration. Because I KNOW he’ll come when he wants. & I want him to come when he & my body are both ready because that’s the way it’s supposed to happen. & I’m not THAT overdue, so I really shouldn’t be constantly bitching.

But It would be really awesome if I found myself sitting in a puddle of amniotic fluid in a moment or two.

Remind me why I am still working?

Oh, right. So I can stay out through the new year with Harrison, thus spending the entire holidays with him at home.

Harrison, this is for you, buddy. Because Momma wants nothing more than to be curled up in sweats with peanut butter M&M’s on the sofa. Instead, she sitting at her desk, overdue, in a pencil skirt with the backache from hell.

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