Overdue

My own husband has taken to asking if I'm in labour now. He'll call from work and say "Anything?" to which I reply in a somewhat exasperated tone, "Don't you think I would TELL you?!" I think he just needs something, anything to tell all the coworkers who keep asking him for news.

Apparently the boys were complaining about her at school - "Da baby is yate! She isn't comin' out! We're all waitin' for her!" Oh dear. Well, you can't say this baby isn't wanted.

Its a very blizzardy day here in Toronto, so Mark thinks we'll inevitably have to go to the hospital today, but again, I'm feeling just as I did three weeks ago, so I'm not holding out hope. At this point, I'm becoming more and more certain I'll be induced sometime next week.

But once again, I promise to keep you posted if things change.