"Where's the baby?"

"There he is!" -Diego from Ice Age

Psych!

I know, what's more disturbing, the fact that I quoted a children's movie or the fact that I actually said "psych" afterward? If you said, "both," give yourself a cookie.

But honestly, what can you expect from an overly anxious woman eagerly awaiting the birth of her first child? Did I mention that today is the due date? And while statistics show that only 10% of women actually deliver on their due date, I've never been one for statistics. No, really, I'm allergic or something and they give you a rash.

But the day is not yet over, you say. Yes, I know that too. I sense labor commencing at 11:
59pm because the universe just loves a good chuckle at my expense.

In all seriousness, or as serious as I can be. This little bundle kickin' around in my middle is causing a lot of excitement on both sides of the family. Seeing as how both my husband and I are ranked oldest amongst our siblings, this will be the first grandbaby. So, is it any wonder that baby's procrastination is provoking a bit of impatience in both mommy, daddy, and family alike?

It's hard not to be a little disappointed that baby isn't here yet, but, there's still the fun in daydreaming about when he is. And even though my innards have definitely taken a bruising and continue to do so, there remains the wonder of having a tiny life inside. That stage is just about over, so instead of being impatient, I'll simply try to enjoy the ending stages of pregnancy.