So when Wyatt woke up, I was holding him while he mowed down some cheese puffs and we had the following conversation:
Me: My doctor called and said it's time to have the baby. Would you like that? Are you excited to meet the baby?
Wyatt: Silence. Can we go bowling first?
After a little lying (no bowling alleys are open on Sundays, of course) and some promises to go bowling after Grandpa gets here, that crisis was averted.
So now we're waiting around to get confirmation that L&D still has a room open and then *hopefully* we're off to the races! In hopes that this really pans out, I leave you with this, my final pregnancy "portrait" at a very ripe 40 weeks and 3 days.
It should also be noted that my first instinct was to blog and Jeff's was to get out the vacuum. Who's nesting now?