Waiting for Godot

Hang on. . .Godot never appears. Maybe I should retitle this post. . .

Last night I told Greg that I was certain I'd be pregnant forever. She's never coming out. He assured me that would not be the case. I'm still not convinced.

One of the most annoying parts is that I can't get that K7 song "Come, baby, come" out of my head. Yes, I know it has nothing to do with birthing.

Among other small projects, I cleaned and organized the pantry.

And baked butterscotch-chip pumpkin cookies. The cookies are intended for the nurses at the hospital, but if Little Teener doesn't make her debut within four days I'll be forced to eat them myself (per recipe instructions).