:::mandy dawson:::

Sorry for not posting earlier.  I thought you might get bored with more of the same!  Each morning I feel hopeful that Baby will come, but my contractions always taper off.  Yesterday, I had them consistently during the day and here I am at 2:47am still having a few, but they aren't the real deal, yet.

I had a long day yesterday and pooped out around 8pm.  Now, I'm up in the middle of the night getting caught up online and painting my toenails.  Well, attempting to paint my toenails!  Ha.  It's much harder than it used to be.  Sunday, I cleaned out our fridge from top to botton.  Huge job.  I don't think it had been cleaned out since before I was on bedrest!  It was sort of yucky.  I promise I am telling you the truth when I say the only task left to be completed around here is to clean the two toilets.  That is IT!  

During some downtime, yesterday, I got my eyebrows threaded.  Yeowtch!  Boy did it hurt.  Baby kept moving around and I felt so bad like I was sending pain hormones and stuff to the Baby.  I've never had them threaded before.  I think the big con was the pain was longer than the one or two yanks with waxing.  Pros--my skin was not red from the wax pulling.  Just a bit pink, but really not noticeable.  Also, the arch is incredible.  Much more precise and nice looking than with waxing.  I don't have much to work with in the first place and most people give me a sloping arch instead of the nice angle I'm looking for.  So, anyhow--see how boring this is?!  :smile:  At least, my eyebrows will look good in our labor and delivery pics and while I'm cooped up with Baby for 3-4 weeks I'll have a fabulous arch!

Anytime, now, Baby--even Daddy's ready!

Okay-quick, cute story.  Dan has been asking me and Baby to hold off for delivery until after th 14th because that was a big day for him at the hospital.  BUT-Saturday, Dan was speaking with someone on the phone who asked him if he had ever seen miracles.  I was camping out on the toilet (most comfortable seat in the house ;) and heard him relaying a testimony about his Dad being healed from terrible joint pain that had him almost completely immobile.  But, I'm thinking--what about our Baby?!  Baby is such a miracle.  So, I'm saying "Dan, the Baby!" over and over from the bathroom.  Dan hurries up and ends his conversation, all the while I'm still saying "Dan, the Baby!".  Then, he rushes into the bathroom.  "Your water broke?!"  I say, "No, our Baby is a miracle!".  To which he replies, "Oh, I thought we were going to the hospital!"  with disappointment in his voice.  At that point, I just had to smile because he was disappointed.  So, I said to Baby, "Okay, now even Daddy's ready for you!"   

Don't worry...I'll let you all know the moment something exciting happens.  Remember, our hospital is the best because they have free wireless AND Starbucks!  Come for a visit, but bring me an iced chai tea latte!