Had my weekly doctor visit and the news is still the same. No change and no sight of baby any time soon. Sigh. Her birthdate was suppose to be this Sunday but that’s looking like a pipe dream right now. Of course, she could decided to jump into action and surprise us all but I doubt it. So, I’ve realigned my expectations. Now, hoping she’ll be born before September 1st. I figure, this way, I can’t lose. Right? RIGHT?!?!

One good thing to come from her dawdling is that we got to see a test version of the new Russel Crowe movie Master and Commander: Far Side of the World. Now, Kevin loved this series of books but I just couldn’t get into it. But, since the movie had Russel, I figured I’d give it a try. And let me tell you, it was awesome! It had the best sea battle scenes I’ve ever seen. It also cured any desire I ever had to be a sailor. This is a movie you must see in the big screen to fully appreciate. I’m sure Kevin has much deeper insights but I liked the action and (no surprise) Russel. Sigh.

So, that’s all the news for now!

Yep, you guessed it – no movement on the baby front. This is just like when you were a kid on Christmas Eve. I just can’t wait for the little cutie to arrive. From all the movement – the punching, the running, the hanging off ribs – in Chrissie’s belly I really think she’s going to be an extreme sport kid. This will drive her grandma Terry crazy, but at least it’ll be fun to watch grandpa Terry try and keep up with her.

One day down, how many more ’til she arrives…

Come on you content little pup!

Chrissie wanted me to be sure and let everyone know the present status of the baby:

Stubborn little girl (just like her mother 🙂 We’ll keep you posted.

Well, I made it through the weekend and am still pregnant. No false alarms, no warm up contractions, nothing. If it wasn’t for the increasing number of streach marks I’d be worried that maybe she’s stalled out. It appears, however, that she is continuing to grow. She’s just not ready to make her big entrance.

Now, normally, this wouldn’t be much of problem except we are having a heat wave like you wouldn’t believe. So far, it’s been in the 90’s all week and sticky hot. I like hot. I don’t like hot + 9 months pregnant. This is a bad combo. To beat the heat, I’ve started hosting my very own wet t-shrit contests. Yes, you heard me right. I get up, shower, dunk by maternity shirt under cold water, and then wear it until it dries at which point I take it off, dunk it again, and repeat process. Now, on a 22 year old co-ed, this might be a sexy thing. On a 30 year old hugely pregnant woman, it just doesn’t have the same effect. I think I caught the mailman delivering my mail with his eyes shut the other day to spar him this sight. But at this point, I don’t care what I look like just so long as I’m cool.

But don’t reserve all your sympathy for me. Instead, send it to poor Kevin who has to deal with my irritability and unreasonable demands. For the last few nights, I’ve decided that light bulbs generate too much heat so every time poor Kevin tries to turn on a light he gets his head snapped off. I found him rummaging for a flashlight last night in order to read his book. I’ve even curtailed our nightly kiss goodnight as I cannot bear to be touched by a hot person. He’s taking it all in stride, however, but I think I heard him talking to my stomach last night pleading with Mini-Me to hurry up and get here.

Everyone tells me I’m crazy. That I should enjoy these last few days of solitude and freedom from an infant. That all too soon, I’ll look back and this time and shake my fists at the sky and curse myself for not enjoying my last “me” time. Maybe so but right now, I’d give Kevin’s left ear and both of his pinky toes if I’d make this kid hop into action. And, if the weather man is correct and we’re headed for another week of 90 degree temp, I might even through all the eyelashes on Kevin’s right eye.

So that’s where we stand. Hot and massively pregnant with no end in sight. More to come…. hopefully soon!

Just wanted to let you all know that so far, there’s no movement on the baby front. I’m a bit disappointed really because, well, I’ve got nothing left to do but wait. The clothes are washed, the room is prepped, our bags are packed and all we need is a baby. But no, this kid is having a grand old time adding a ton of very nasty streach marks to my belly. Even Kevin is grossed out.

So nothing to report. Nothing. Nada. Grrrr.

It’s time for another profile shot! This one has the same shirt you’ve seen before but a MUCH bigger belly. Chrissie “technically” has 3 weeks to go, but honestly I think she could pop at any moment.