It's been so long since I've been here that my internet browser didn't even recognize my blog address as I typed it in. You know how Google Chrome pulls up a drop-down list of sites you often visit after you've typed in the first few letters of the web address? Didn't happen. I half expected the blog to load with a big "Out of Service" sign plastered across the front page.
But, I have missed this spot. Tonight, I decided that I had to write at least once before baby boy makes his debut, which could be anytime in the next three weeks.
At my last doctor's appointment, after she told me I was dilated a teensy bit and that baby had definitely dropped, she pulled off her gloves and casually said, "But you're still tucked in up there, so I'd give you a few more days at least."
Ever since then, I have been wondering if she really said days...or did she say weeks and I wishfully heard days? Or did she say days, but it was a mistake, and she meant weeks? Or did she really and truly mean that she thinks this baby will come busting out in a FEW DAYS???
Do you see my predicament?
Obviously, there is nothing to do but spend every free minute I have lying under the ceiling fan and pondering the nuances of my doctor's last words to me.
Because if there are two things you'll never hear a 37 1/2 week pregnant woman say, they are:
1. "Wow, is it cold in here?"
2. "Oh, I really don't care when this baby comes."