So, my due date has come and gone without so much of a fleeting contraction. Or maybe I did have contractions that I just passed off as bad gas.
I suppose I should have figured it out when all I got was, well, certainly not a cute baby.
Meanwhile, my children are trying to kill me with their whole "I'm a kid" thing. Seriously, who gave them a right to be kids?
Take my daughter for example, for whom I made chocolate chip pancakes for on Saturday. Now I usually make buckwheat Odd-Job Chop Your Head Off pancakes, but being the benevolent pregnant "I'm so sorry I'm adding another child to this household" mom that I am, I made chocolate chip pancakes to which my daughter looks at, turns her nose down upon, and says: "I don't like chocolate chips in my pancakes."
Then the next day, I try to give her brother the leftovers passed off as a cookie (which honestly, is not that far off) and she says to me in her sweet whiny voice "But I wanted that chocolate chip pancake."
"But you didn't like them yesterday!" I replied.
"Yes, but that was yesterday. I like them today."
And there you have it. My mind = GONE.
So, because a hospital stay sounds somewhat glorious right now, the twice daily regimen of jumping jacks and heinous pee-your-pants hill walking has commenced.
Unfortunately, this week is full of cool "lucky" days for us -- 10/07/08 (since we all love 7s in my family), 10/08/08 (since I'm Chinese and 8s are lucky), 10/09/08 (cuz that's just plain cool), and 10/10/08 (since we also tend to like same month same day birthdays).
Basically, I'm pulling at straws trying to predict the truly unpredictable. Now back to laundry and Halloween costume and wreath making (yes, you read that correctly).
As my friend told me so eloquently: "You making wreaths? If that's not nesting, I don't know what is."