<p>How is it possible that today is September 21? And that the last time I posted was September 9th? If this was a job I&#39;d be FIRED by now. Good thing I&#39;m the boss and I play favorites. Shameless!</p><p>So, nothing new to report. I&#39;m inching closer to my due date with nothing to show for it other than my HUGE belly, which causes a commotion so great every time we go out in public that my mild-mannered mother has started growling at strangers. Seriously. I can&#39;t walk out in public without having every third person (male or female, young or old) try to engage me in conversation. Add to that the fact that I have two other children, and that I can&#39;t walk anymore -- what I do is waddle, in the strictest sense of the word, waddle, and I&#39;m not exaggerating for once, it&#39;s the God Honest Truth -- and well, any errand takes me three times as long as it normally would, which I guess is great preparation for the third child, but which is also is getting old fast. </p><p>The only semi-interesting thing to happen is that we had a false alarm yesterday -- I thought my water had broken, but I wasn&#39;t sure -- and I was having contractions, and they weren&#39;t all that bad, but I called the Dr. just in case, and they sent me to the hospital, just in case. Everything went so smoothly and everyone was so cheerful (and let&#39;s face it, I&#39;m so READY) that I was just hoping that it would be the day. It was so dreamy, in fact, that the nurse and doctor who was on duty (a man who I&#39;d never seen before in my life) both said that they hoped today would be the day because we seemed like such nice a nice couple. </p><p>(In hindsight, it CLEARLY wasn&#39;t time -- who is pleasant when giving birth? But it would have been nice.)</p><p>Anyways, I&#39;ll spare you the details, but once it was finally determined that my bag of waters was still intact and we were all standing around not sure what to do next, I said the only thing that came to mind: </p><p>&quot;My water never breaks.&quot;</p><p>Which, of course, was only funny to my husband and me. </p><p>Then we went out for a late lunch at Petit Robert, where we sat outside and pretended we were in Paris. I had a Croque Madame and ice water and my husband had some pork and wine. We argued over baby names and flipped the pages of the same baby name book we&#39;ve used in all three pregnancies. We came up with the most ridiculous names we could. We got to really have fun with this baby.</p><p>Not a bad way to spend a Sunday, now that I think about it.<br /> </p><p></p><p></p>
