I'm Due.

Whelp. Here it is. It is the long-awaited due date of January 3rd. We're here, and yet, no baby. It's okay, though. We're semi-anxious to meet this kid, but we both realize that first-time mothers are generally late. Now that New Year's has come and gone, we can stop thinking, "Tax Credit," or, "New Year's Baby," and get on with our regularly scheduled programming (which is not scheduled at all, mind you). It's actually kind-of nice that we haven't had this kid yet. We were actually able to enjoy our four-day weekend before New Year's Day by relaxing and doing almost nothing (and having an empty house). We haven't had that in a long time, and we probably really needed it. I know it was nice to not have to worry about cleaning or getting food ready. All I had to do was put my huge feet up and do whatever I wanted. If only they would play decent movies on regular cable. We almost went to the movies over the weekend, but there was absolutely nothing on that we were remotely interested in seeing. By the way, my feet are practically back to normal now, thanks to the weekend. I even took a few awesome baths. I like to sit in there, soak, listen to some music, light some candles, and read up on my labor/baby books. Plus, I actually kind-of float in the bath (it takes a lot of pressure off of anything that has to do with my giant belly), so it's pretty sweet. Next time around, I'm going to have to try swimming while pregnant. Maybe I won't sink straight to the bottom of the pool like I usually do (I can swim, but I really have a hard time floating unless I -like- sear my lungs with air trying to keep them full in order to float). This giant belly full of saltwater sure seems to function as a big PFD, though. On the way to work today, the temperature in the car said -3 at one point (and that's not Celsius, friends). I just had to get that out there. I have serious heart burn today. Also, is it a bad thing that a button popped off of my maternity coat? I booted the kitty out of our bedroom last night. He totally thinks that bassinet is for him. I even tried to turn on the vibrator thing that's in it to see if it'd scare him away, but all he did was stand up and look a little perplexed for a second. Then, he was like, "Meh. I can deal with this," and he started to act like he was going to settle back in. That's about when I booted him and closed the door. Little brat. I swear. Our animals are so ridiculously spoiled. In other news, this is what I look like today on my official due date: Thanks again, Jacki, for taking so many stinking photos of me! Maybe tomorrow, we'll have a baby. Maybe.