Single Digits.

Eight days til the actual "due date" which is funny because who was it that one day said, "Ok, it takes THIS many days for this baby to be cooked"??

She'll get here when she's ready...maybe.

Our doctor appointment yesterday was a great disappointment. We weren't in the room 5 min, one hand up the ol' Whoo Haah and she said, "Yep...there's the head." Yeah, we already knew that.

I said, "And that's it?"
"Yep," she said. "Same as last week." DANG.

I know that God's timing is perfect...always. I should be thankful to have more days to prepare and exersize and rest. I should be. But last night I was not so thankful. More bitter. Huh.

Now I'm not just uncomfy, but very cranky too. AND if some other jackass comes into my office and says, "WHOOOA, you ain't popped yet?" I will take them out.

I do hope to have better or at least more cheerful news tomorrow.

OH WAIT...the nurse said I've lost two pounds this week? HA. I have NO idea what that means.

Ok, that's all for now.

Love YA'LL! (this was for ONE person only!)
Kimmer