Tomorrow is my pick...

I know most of you are used to me sucking at keeping up with my blog but I still feel like I need to apologize. So...sorry. I have come home almost everyday for the last two-three weeks and sat on my butt on the couch. So there is really no reason for me not to walk into the spare bedroom, sit down at the computer and create a new post but it just didn't happen.

Obviously, I am still pregnant. I really didn't want all my posts to just be about pregnancy so maybe that is why I haven't posted lately...since that is ALL I think about. I get a break at school...I have to think about what I am going to teach and I have to think about not hurting some of my students and I have to think about not being mean to my coworkers everytime they say "You're still here???" (No, idiot face, I am not here...that's why I am still big and pregnant and standing right in front of you) So I do get to think of some other things during the day but when I get home all I think about is when she is going to get here.

At Thanksgiving we all picked days that we thought Blake would arrive. My day is tomorrow. I don't think it's going to happen. I feel pretty good. I have been having some contractions, mainly in my back, but nothing that is going to lead to a baby being forced out of a tiny opening. Oh yeah, I've been thinking about that a lot too. God has been teaching me about a lot about patience and giving up control these last few days. So for now, I sit calmly waiting for her arrival. I will not be bitter if she does not come tomorrow. I will not be bitter if she does not come tomorrow. I will be bitter if she comes on Ryan's day...January 3rd. Thanks Ryan. I love you babe. Even though that is a really stupid guess.