Well, ladies & gentlemen...no sign of labor. Not even the slightest peep. I go back to the doctor tomorrow morning, and I'll keep you posted!

"From small things, Mama, Big things one day come"

Let's face it: Samuel L. Jackson is funny...whether he wants to be or not. If you have ever seen Dave Chappelle impersonating him (above), he always makes fun of the way Samuel cannot stop himself from yelling...whether he needs to be or not. That's another clip for another day, though.Well, this past weekend was a Vicksburg weekend. I went up to the Burg to visit with my mother and go to the Riverfest flea market to support a vendor that I had been dying to see. She makes these really sweet dresses from antique fabrics like tablecloths, napkins, pillowcases, etc. They are really cute & one of a kind, so I slipped on my extra-supportive tennis shoes and braved the port-o-pottys. I hope Helen likes to wear dresses, cause girl got some!
After we hit the flea market, my mom, aunt, and I went to Rusty's for lunch. I hadn't been there in awhile, and was excited for some good food (nothing unusual about that these days). Anyway, we're sitting in the corner, watching a homeless woman smoke a cigar and have a chat with herself outside our window, when who should walk in, but the musical "headliner" for Riverfest...Aaron Tippin. What?? You've never heard of Aaron Tippin?? Impossible, but allow me to refresh your memory with this little gold nugget...






I digress.
*My mother actually asked me if those were my feet in the above pic. Grrr... As much as it feels like it, no, mom, not my actual cankles.
We had our 36 week appointment today with the doctor. I actually got Kevin to come with me! Poor thing, this was the worst one so far...the first week that the doctor checks for cervix effacement and dilation (he also does some other nasty things that I won't get into). I've been told this doesn't hurt...well, IT DOES. And don't let them tell you different, ladies. Anyway, turns out I am about 90% effaced and 1cm dilated. Needless to say, not enough for this baby to come out tomorrow. The doc could feel her head way down low, though, so that's good. We're almost there! (Oh, please, please let us almost be there...)