Week 40! Looks like we made it...

Well, I will just check in here to assure you that my son is not yet born. Still we wait. He is only due today, but I read somewhere that at 37 weeks he was full term, so I've nievely expected him anytime since then. Finally, we've arrived to the date the doctor gave me, the final day of January. Dave got me a garnet for Christmas, the January birthstone, so ... come on, Haven!

Dave is being awesome and keeping me calm. I think he's waiting with baited breath to hear something like, "A contraction just ripped through my body and my water broke! Get me to the hospital!" Until then, he is on the edge of his seat. Every time I drop something, and I am quite clumsy these days, he checks to see if it was me or an object that just hit the floor. Every time I heave into another position while I'm asleep he reaches over to make sure I did not fall out of bed. He's my watchman.

While I enjoy being taken care of by Dave, if one more person asks me how I feel (because they can't think of another question to throw out at the oompa loompa walking toward them), they might get this newsflash: "Fine, now leave me the eff alone!" Other phrases to avoid:

• "You're still here?!" I get that one each morning at about 8 AM when I saunter (what? I can still saunter) into work. I also got it about a dozen times when I showed up for class last night.
• "When is your last day [at work]?" Obviously it wasn't yesterday.
• "You haven't dropped yet." Shut it, I don't see MD after your name.
• "My wife was two weeks late with all of our kids." .......!
  
  

My mom has assured me that nobody stays pregnant forever, and, as the Indigo Girls say, "You'll listen to your mama if you have a lick of sense."