The Mexican food I had the other night didn't do anything but give me heartburn. It was a sad attempt to smoke the baby out with jalapenos.
The long walk around the neighborhood didn't do it either. It was quite a scene though so it did serve as amusement to our neighbors. There I was the other day, waddling along, with William walking next to me in his T-ball t-shirt, 3 sizes too big sandals and school bus packpack that he insisted on carrying. Andy was pushing Catherine in the stroller, along with her queen sized fleece Frosty the Snowman blanket she wouldn't let go of despite the humidity and 75+ temps. Andy was also holding on to the leash of Psycho Dog who was still stoned from the tranquilizer we'd given her earlier that morning during the storm. She was zig-zagging from side to side. Andy looked around at all of us and announced that he was the only normal looking one in the whole bunch. Now that was really something to be proud of.
At least the anticipation is continuing to build as we await the arrival of this sweet little unknown. So glad now we didn't find out whether boy or girl because it's been fun to guess and make predictions. The other night I asked William if he thought it was a girl baby or a boy baby. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Probly."
I sure hope he's right!