Saturday

I really thought I was going to have a baby today.  I really, really did.

"Really?"  asked David, when I confessed this to him sadly.
"Really."  I said.  Because it was completely true.

Instead, here's what we did today, we went to the Family Fun Day at the Wesleyan Church in support of the student missions group.  It was a long walk, which exhausted me and made my legs swell and did nothing to start labour.  Neither did the giant hamburger with 'Flamethrower' brand hot sauce dripping out of it that I ate for lunch.

But I got my face painted, which is something I love to do at fairs:

So I got more things checked off my to-do list.  I bought a bag:

Because it occured to me that I will be diapering two children simultaneously and my old bag is crummy and much too small.  Plus, this one is cute and summery.

And I got the worn-out velcro on two of my diaper covers replaced with new snaps.  Much sturdier and harder for little fingers to open, too.

And I cleaned my stove, all the while thinking: "What is this baby waiting for?  We're ready now."  On the walk home from the fair my neighbour-across-the-street yelled "Wow!  You haven't had that baby yet?"  "Oh yes" I smiled "I've had her.  I'm just keeping her in my pants."  She was confused a bit, but then rallied and said "You'll be in the hospital tonight!"

Not bloody likely, I'm thinking.  Tonight David is taking this last opportunity to drive into the city with his friend Troy and go see the wrestling match at the arena.  I said "Go, for goodness sake.  You're not going to miss anything.  A fat woman and a sick toddler will still be here when you get back, not to worry.  We don't move fast enough to get anywhere without you, anyway."

Oy vey.