The final countdown

When Myla and I came home on Friday, Johnny had just gotten out of bed and was sporting a bathrobe and slippers. She immediately took off her shoes and went upstairs to find her bathrobe and slippers and has been a fan of them every since. First thing in the morning, bathrobe on. It doesn't really matter if she's dressed for the day or in her pj's, she loves to have her bathrobe on. Its funny, I pulled it out weeks ago when we were in sub-zero weather to keep her a little warmer and she wanted nothing to do with it. In fact, that Friday, Johnny had to take the tags off. But now she wants to be like daddy. Pretty cute.

Things have been coming along over here. I think we are almost ready for baby to come. Myla keeps saying "your baby is coming out of your tummy soon mommy." (Yep, for some reason, its still "my" baby.) She's pretty excited. We had a little scare last week thinking that she might have to come on Friday because the fluid was low again and they were concerned she was under stress. In fact, we had my hospital bag in the car just in case they had to admit me. But after another ultrasound, everything turned out to be fine and we are still cooking. We are scheduled for next Tuesday unless nature says differently.

Its kind of strange to be this big and this far with my stomach moving independently. Just for fun, we looked back in Myla's book and two days before her due date, she weighed 6 pounds 3/4 ounces. On Thursday, they estimated this baby at about 6 pounds 9 ounces. I know I shouldn't compare, but its all so different. We're excited though, freaked out, but excited.