I will wait

Okay, little man. I give up. You're probably not gonna be an October baby (like I've been saying for the past nine months). If you're anything like your daddy you'll probably be right on time (and not a minute late). And that's okay...

Cause I will wait, I will wait for you

And I will wait, I will wait for you

And I will wait, I will wait for you

And I will wait, I will wait for you

We're still waiting.

Today

33 years old.

38 weeks pregnant.

Matt is cooking our favorite creamy, spicy pasta for dinner (a la The Pasta Factory in Columbia - a tribute to this upcoming Homecoming that we're - BOO! - going to miss). I don't really buy into the whole eat-spicy-food-to-induce-labor theory, but at this point I'm willing to try anything. After that I'll probably eat (another) pumpkin cupcake with cream cheese frosting (a la Gigi). Thank you, everyone, for all the birthday wishes. It has been a lovely day. :)

Pumpkin Carving 101

We carved a couple of pumpkins last weekend.

We did this smaller, practice pumpkin first:

Then we tackled the big daddy:

Turns out Lola wasn't very helpful in extracting the pulp;

she just wanted to watch:

And we had to beg her to touch the slimy seeds:

I was tempted to do something really creative, like this,

but it's a good thing we chose an easy design:

because she grew bored with the whole activity pretty quickly.

But she does like to see it all lit up!

A little after-carving treat:

"the last supper"

As my due date draws near I'm *trying* to be conscious about what I'm eating each day. Not because I'm watching my weight - HA! No, that's a lil bit pointless right now. But because when I go into labor I know I'll be asked what I've eaten within recent hours, and I'd like for it to be something semi-healthy (so I sound like a super healthy mama - again, ha ha), mainly because I don't think a chili dog with extra jalapenos would be the best meal to have as a "last supper" before delivering a baby (for many, many reasons).

The night I went into labor with Lola I had eaten a cheeseburger with homemade mac and cheese (hey, at least it was homemade, right? Right?!), and a brownie with ice cream. When I recited this to the nurse I felt like I needed to say: "I'm pregnant, don't judge!"

If I had gone into labor last Saturday my "last supper" would have been Jackie's pizza and peanut butter pie. If it had been Sunday morning my "last breakfast" would have been peanut butter pie. (It's that good!)

Now this morning would have been a good time to go into labor. I had an English muffin with peanut butter and honey, and yogurt with apples, blueberries, dried cranberries, walnuts and granola: delicious AND healthy AND would have made me sound like a super healthy mama.

But alas, it's almost lunchtime now, and I'm still pregnant, and potato chips are calling my name. Hurry up, little man. Your mama's bursting at the seams.

37 weeks and a growth spurt!

This picture was taken on Monday:

This one today (Saturday):

I think he grew. Oy.

Getting ready for baby brother

9 months

I'm now 36 weeks and officially in the ninth month. With the end so near you'd think we'd feel like the waiting is almost over, but I feel like it has just begun! As most of you probably remember, we never got to the "waiting around" stage when I was pregnant with Lola, as she surprised us with a 26-days-early arrival. I had my 36-week checkup yesterday and fully expected to get a report that labor could start any day, but instead it was the opposite. Guess that's why they say every pregnancy is different, eh? I'll admit, I was a little relieved. I'm certainly ready any time baby boy wants to make his appearance, but I'd also like to have one more weekend to wrap up our many projects. And then maybe one more weekend after that to just hang out with Lola and the hubs.

However, Monday is a full moon...