Tom Petty, the Great Philosopher...

Stupid title, I know, but I can honestly say "the waiting is the hardest part".

September 1st, and still no baby. I'm officially four days overdue, which isn't really a big deal. The worst part about it is being physically uncomfortable, sweaty, swollen, and tired. My mom was here for a week and a half, on vacation from work, just waiting for the baby to arrive. After #4 was born a week early, we just knew that this one would be early as well. Guess each one is different. Mom went home yesterday, and I was sure that would jump start my labor. Looks like we'll have a September birthday in the family though.

I'm about ready to go into seclusion. We're getting about 4 phone calls a day from people wanting to know if we have a baby yet. The look of shock on people's faces when they see me still pregnant is enough to make me think that I must look really huge. I've gained just a little over 20 pounds with this one, so that means it's the smallest weight gain of any of my pregnancies. A woman at the hospital last week asked me if I was having twins. Remind me to add that question to the list of things to never ask a woman. (The top of the list: When is your baby due?)

Got a beautiful baby gift yesterday. Will post pictures tomorrow.

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