Amazingly, I made it all the way here. To a 39-week belly post. I would have sworn to you that last week was THE week. But the days keep creeping by and I remain knocked up for the time-being. Don’t ask me if that little guy is actually doing any growing in there, but he’s in no hurry to join us in this 100-degree misery. Can you blame him? Heck, with the way things are going, I may just make it to Oliver’s 2nd birthday next Sunday. Or beyond! (Nooooooooooo!)
But don’t worry about us…
We have popsicles!