On Friday, we were sent for an ultrasound to be sure the baby was getting the nourishment it needs. This is a normal procedure, since beyond 40 weeks, fluid levels and the baby's environment can begin to deteriorate.

The good news is that I have lots of fluid and am still providing the baby with all of it's needs.

The bad news: This baby is wonderfully healthy and is going to be 10 lbs... give or take 2 lbs.

GIVE OR TAKE 2 POUNDS? Do they not understand that that potentially means a 12 lbs baby???!!!! Who tells a girl that???? Let's just hope they overestimated and I'll have an 8 or 9 pounder.

James and I have been keeping busy these days... waiting for our baby to arrive. Our due date has come and gone (June 16th), so we are patiently waiting to see when this baby will really come.

On Tuesday, we went for our routine doctor's appointment only to find out that we were "having a baby and needed to get to the hospital right away!" Interesting, since I hadn't had a hint of a contraction, but apparently there was some indication that my water had broken. Not knowing any differently, we excitedly grabbed our bags and headed to meet our baby! I was hooked up to the fetal monitor for an hour, only to find out that the results of my water breaking was, in fact, negative. I was not having this baby today.

James has been doing a great job of keeping my occupied while we wait. It's almost as if we are on holiday in our own city. On Wednesday, we went out for a late breakfast, then went to play mini-golf for a few hours. James suffered the humility of losing to his wife by 6 strokes, so we played a second round (a glutton for punishment??!), which he won by 7 strokes. Yep, put an overdue pregnant woman out in the hot sun for a few hours and her game is sure to suffer. It's on again once I can get my arms around my belly!

James' next wonderful idea was to eat some spicy food to "get this labor going!" As a lover of hot wings (and being deprived of them for the past nine months due to my horrendous heartburn), I was quick to agree that it was a good idea.

Turns out that a good idea is not necessarily the best idea. If labor hasn't started, then the old wives' tales are simply myths. Long story short: no labor, but a restless night with heartburn!

My goodness, I'm large.

This post is a little out-of-date (James' pre-shaved beard state), but I wanted to share what my Mother's Day experience was. First, Mother's Day itself was uneventful because, as my husband tells me, I am not a mom yet. Now I don't know what he thinks is growing inside of me, or why we have baby furniture set up in one of the rooms of our house, or why (at the time of writing) I have taken a one-year leave from work, but apparently, I am NOT a mother.

However, the week after Mother's Day, my dad, brother, and James cooked dinner for my mom, Kari and me. James was responsible for the kebabs. In his creative style, he put together a beautiful display... with the pictures to prove it below.

Note - James wasn't the only one to impress. Dad did a great salad and appetizers and Jord made a wonderful dessert. Too bad Mother's Day is only once a year.

"Kiss the Kook" The hot dog is Peyton's.

In January, James set two goals for himself: lose 50 lbs and grow a beard. So he decided to combine the two goals, challenging himself to not shave until the 50 lbs were lost. I'm not a huge fan of beards, but I was supportive in this goal and hoped he would achieve it. Well, 6 months later my James is still losing weight, but not the 50 lbs he was hoping for. I asked that no matter what, the beard be gone before the baby comes, so we said that June 1st would be "shave day". Me, in my sympathetic manner, said that as "punishment" (I know, I'm terrible), he would have to wear a moustache for a day. Surprisingly, he agreed! I'm just glad he didn't get arrested that day!

The most impressive feat James has accomplished in the past 6 months is actually losing weight (over 20 lbs) while I gained. It can't be easy trying to change your eating habits while your pregnant wife craves Blizzards and the occasional french fry! Once the baby is here, we'll get back on track and keep you posted on our progress.