Who's Counting?

I have a sneaking suspicion that some of our relatives are counting down (or up) the days to a birthday more than we are. I mean, we are the ones who immediately get to have the wee babe and don't have to travel anywhere to meet it. We already have the ability to poke at it and make it move around whenever we feel a need for companionship. Basil sometimes does this a bit too zealously: the other night he pushed my belly a little too hard and responded with "I was just trying to get our kid; I forgot about you!"

Yep: still pregnant. Though I've been having non-progressing contractions since about 4am. Fun for all! Why fun? Because they do at least mean that we're getting closer and they made for a fine excuse for Basil to stay home from work.

As it turns out, it's even better that he did stay home because we're going in to do a non-stress test today. I had no idea all we would have to do is show up--our midwife already called and prepped them for us; we just have to walk in. Since Basil is already at home, I don't have to pry him away from his desk. Well, his work desk. I am still prying him away from the home desk.

The non-stress test, for those curious, just means taking a little gander at the babe via fetal monitor to make sure all systems are go: plenty of amniotic fluid, preliminary lung action (that was not the actual medical phrase), and general overall health of the kiddo. We'll know more later today and maybe even have a new picture!

If we have no new picture of the baby, the least we'll do is post a photo of our Christmas tree. It is as of yet undecorated, but it smells fantastic and is ready for us to add lights and ornaments (of which we own about four, so it'll be a crafty day as well!). I suppose we could just decorate it with baby socks, but that seems slightly maudlin or at least a smidge too close to Mr. Krueger's Christmas.

So, there you go. An update. If you're really good, maybe we'll tell you the story of how we were locked out of our car--even though we had keys in hand--while at our apartment.

Meanwhile, maybe it's time for you all to start betting on the birthday of this little little. The prize will be one whole baby!