2 more days and nothing but snow

It's been snowing for like 4 days or so now, and its hitting around the 7 in mark I do believe. I honestly don't mind the snow too much, until it starts to get in the way of being able to do anything. And I will admit, I have not been fully prepared for winter like weather due to the fact I was SURE I would be out of maternity clothing and back into my own wardrobe and winter coats by now.

But No.

I am stretching the limits of not only my closet, but have been borrowing hoodies and sweatshirts from friends and family to make up for the fact that I have greatly underestimated not only the weather this time around, but the length of my pregnancy as well. I know the gray hoodie is not the most attractive thing.... but seriously, you want to talk to me about fashion at a time like this? Its 29 degrees outside, I have no coat that covers my stomach, and am currently 4 days OVERDUE with a rather large child, and you want to discuss the clothing I am currently living in? Something is telling me that a few people around here (read: fer, yucca) seem to have lost their damn minds. ;-)

Wed I had yet another Dr. appointment to check how things are going in my overly-full belly, only to find that indeed there is some progress being made, but its s-l-o-w. Better than nothing, and if mother nature does not take off this weekend, then come Monday morning, I will be meeting my Dr at the hospital and an official eviction will take place. Which leads me to the question: Why do they schedule inductions so ungodly early? We have to be at the hospital to check in at 5:45am. That's the middle of the night if you ask me. And you want me to be up, awake, showered and ready to willingly start labor at that time? I will be surprised if I can even keep some breakfast down... my body will still be in sleeping mode, not eating mode. What the hell...

But, at least I know there is an official time cap on this thing, and that is the one tidbit that is keeping me from losing my own damn mind.

In Other News:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY WAYNE! It's "Our" Wayne's birthday and we will be headed out to Medina tonight to celebrate with some good food and a warm fire. (as long as this snow lets up) Ellie and I will be baking a fresh cranberry pie instead of cake... I'll let you know how it turns out!

-over and out-

November 17 hath come and gone

Hello... is there anybody out there? Just nod if you can hear me....

Its been 11 months since I took to blogging. 3 years of regular communication with you, Dear Internet, and then I vanish. I have no excuse, except for life getting in the way. Parenting, more house repairs, and few killer trips/vacations, oh... and the getting knocked up again sometime around my birthday. I think you all knew that by now, what with all the pics of me with a giant belly floating through the ether.


This is pretty much what's happening now... Freaky. Taken on Sunday, the day before my due date. 40 freaking weeks of carrying child number 2, whom shall be named Frankie Jane Carter. That is, if and when she ever gets the F out here.

I have been ready to go and get this labor thing over with for 2 weeks now... waiting and waiting and waiting. Nothing. Contractions here and there... but nothing.

Elliott, who all of a sudden started calling herself a big sister in early March before I knew I was knocked up, who swore up and down from the getgo it was going to be another girl, (no option what-so-ever that it was a boy) repeatedly said that Frankie would come when it snows. And I won't lie, it freaked me out a little considering last week it was 60 and sunny here for multiple days in a row. But yesterday, it snowed a little, and then a little more, and this morning we awoke to a complete winter wonderland. 2-3 inches of light, powdery, fluffy-ass snow and NO FREAKING BABY.

And this time I will not be afraid to have my labor jump-started if need be. So kid, let this be fair warning, I am giving you and mother nature 5 more days to complete your task on your own, and then you are out, come hell or high water. Besides, you're already 8lbs, WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!?!?

In Other News:

I am going to try and take to this blogging thing again more regularly (if anyone still cares) and we will see where it takes us again.

Oh, and Yucca, ask me again: "What, no baby today?" and see what happens. I dare you...
;-)

-over and out-