One Week!

One week left people... That's seven days if you were wondering. Also known as 168 hours. But who's counting.

This girl is!

But according to my Doctor today I could be going over. Nothing has progressed. So to all of you that told me that I'd go early.... I don't like you. You are completely and utterly wrong. But the good news is you have a week to prove me wrong. And I sincerely hope you do.

I mean, I am ready! Bags are packed, car seat is in, finished the last project in Baby D's room last night (we put up her name... it's official, we can't change our minds), monitors are now hooked up, the plumbing issue is fixed, groceries are stocked up, Steve's bag is even packed! So now all that has to happen is for Baby to tell me when she's ready.

And if she's anything like her Momma she'll come early. But if she tends to follow after her father... she'll be right on time and not a minute early. Plus she'll probably be coming out of the womb with a smile on, cracking some type of joke.

Which got me thinking about how Steve would be during delivery. Either he'll keep things light, make fun of random instances that happen, say his random little one-liners where the nurses don't know whether to laugh, be confused, question, or be offended. Or he'll get all quiet, stark white, and sit back in the background muttering, "oh man, whoa baby, ahh..."

I have a feeling he'll start out light and end up all pale and clammy towards the end :)

Maybe you all should start praying for him.