And a month later, I realize that I’ve taken an apparent hiatus from writing. You would think in between cramming oranges in my mouth (the new craving) and sleep I could find sometime to write. Something tells me that the next few months might be sparse, as well. Reality will possibly be in the form of a tiny little baby who prefers for me to feed and diaper him instead of surfing on the web. Gasp! Poor Drew doesn’t know the geeky family he’s about to be born into.
My doctor says I’m hovering between 37 and 38 weeks. She isn’t up to changing my due date from the 18th because “after all, babies don’t really come on their due dates.” Therefore, I’m attempting to finish packing my bag this evening and hopefully we’ll be ready if Drew decides he’d like to visit The Outside sooner than we think.