Tomorrow is my due date. Every night I have enough contractions to keep me up for about 2 hours, then I wake up in the morning, still pregnant. Every night, I think I am going to go into labor. You would think I would have learned by now.

I know they say you can't stay pregnant forever, but I am not so sure I am buying it. I have an appointment tomorrow with my doctor, and I know she is going to want me to schedule an induction. I really don't want to have that conversation.

Anyway, the anticipation is killing me. I just get so depressed with each day that passes without a birth. And I don't feel like it is going to happen today, either. I don't feel all crampy or contraction-y or whatever.

At least I won't miss Lost.

This is me on my last day of work.

It has been a long time since my last post. I have been frantically preparing for the new baby. Fourteen days to go until my due date. I am sooooo ready. I never thought I would feel that way. Last time, I wasn't ready to have the baby even when we were en route to the hospital. This time, I can't believe how everything hurts. Last pregnancy I accidentally ripped our back gate off its hinges trying to catch a dumpster thief when I was at about the same stage of pregnancy. I can't really see myself doing that this time around.

I think the most notable thing that has happened since my last post is that our neighbor caught our fence on fire from a cigarette butt. We call our neighbors "the Ozborne's". As in Ozzy Ozborne. Not because that is their real name, but because they are pretty bad neighbors. They have 3 scotty dogs. They are the yippiest, and our neighbors let them out at the worst times. Like 11pm and 6:30am (on Sunday morning). Amazingly, Barb and Liz (the Ozbornes) actually have the gall to complain about how other neighborhood dogs behave. Anyway, Barb's twenty-something year old daughter is a smoker and is always throwing her cigarette butts over the fence into our yard! It is truly amazing. So, I guess it was only a matter of time before our fence caught on fire.

Ok, I changed my mind about the most notable thing. Here it is:

I am officially unemployed!!!!! So now, I just work my ass off at home with no pay, sick time, etc. But that's ok. That's how we want it.

My last day was April 27th. Chief and I may miss the paycheck a little bit, but that is it. I don't regret it in the least, and thankfully, neither does Joe. I don't know what I would do if I was made to feel guilty by my husband for not working. I am so thankful that we are in complete agreement on this. Anyway, this change makes so many things in our life so much less complicated. I love it.