That's about all I can say right now. Every morning, Jerry asks me: "So. You gonna go into labor today?" And about all I can respond with is: "I don't know...I don't think so." I'm trying to be patient, but at 39 weeks, let's face it, most pregnant women are D-O-N-E. I'm big, I'm uncomfortable, I'm tired. I'm ready to have this bugger. But, the wait continues...
In the meantime, we've been keeping busy. Today, we took Norah to the park to ride the train and the ponies again. She felt so-so about the train, but luh-ved the horses. Her horse this time was named Charlie, and after her ride, she kept saying, "Horses. Riding. Charlie." But you have to picture how she says "Charlie"; it's so cute, it's like "CHAR-lee." All afternoon, she kept telling us about CHAR-lee.
The park time was fun, but by 11:15, we were spent. It was 94 degrees out there, and for me, I felt like my fingers and toes were sausages, and I had sweat through my undies -- lovely image, right? So, we went out to lunch in lovely A/C and then we all had a gloriously long afternoon siesta. And after our nap, we had some pool time before dinner.
As a last thought/image, I caught this cute picture of Jerry and Norah walking. It's a good daddy-daughter pic, isn't it?
And ever notice how Norah's clothes change, but Jerry always wear the same thing? Maybe I should just quit washing that t-shirt so I can get some variety in our pictures!