anyone still listening?

Still no baby. For anyone keeping score, I'm t-minus seven days to my due date, which means I could go as long as another three weeks without medical intervention.

That said, I feel pretty damned pregnant.

We are (gulp) ready. My mom's in town, watching me like a pot, expecting me to blow as soon as she's left alone in a room with me. Marc's ready for a couple of weeks off of work, during which time he's got enormous plans that will probably amount to wishing he could sleep more and lots of poop talk. We even printed out a hospital information sheet for everyone with directions and phone numbers and visiting policies. I'm half-packed, and with one foot out the door, I think that's as good as I could have hoped for.

All we need is the stinkin' baby! Or at least a contraction or two, for crying out loud.