Today's my due date! Estimated due date, anyway, and no sign of the baby yet. Not even a shred of obsessive-compulsive nesting. I did change the bed and am running a load of laundry, but that's pretty typical for a Sunday around here. I don't think it counts.
A coworker said something interesting the other day. Once the baby comes, if I do have to stay overnight at the hospital, they will still kick Charles out at 11pm. I guess I assumed that since they recognize the importance of the comforts of home for birth and recovery, that they would also allow spouses to stay overnight. After all, we're going to be a brand new little family unit; it won't be the same if he's not there. But I guess they have a hospital to run, too.
Anyway, many of you have expressed an interest in seeing photos of me nine months pregnant. So here you go. This was taken this morning -- for posterity!
This post was written while contemplating cranberry bread and where to go with the baby over the holidays.