Just call me the "watched pot"

And you know what they say about the watched pot. I'm not boiling yet either, despite the fact that I was told at the OB's office on Tuesday afternoon that I would probably "go" in 48 hours. What do they really know, anyway? Just goes to show you that we are not in control here, an important concept to remember when you are dealing with nature, I guess.

Even Cory's patience is wearing a bit then. He has taken to walking me around the block to try to get things moving, twice yesterday. I felt a bit like a show sheep getting conditioned for the county fair. A sympathetic walker even called out "good luck!" as we crossed paths. Pretty pathetic when a complete stranger knows exactly what you are up to during such a pursuit. She probably once did the exact same thing in order to bring on a birthday for one of her children. Or it could've been my breathless waddling that gave away the fact that we were not strolling about in the cold strictly for fun.

I did put my anxiousness aside today (especially since it's not doing me any good, really), resolving to relax and enjoy this time I have with Cory. We did a little shopping (check out the adorable Star Wars onsie I spotted at Old Navy, a whopping $10.50 and worth every penny!), spent some time in the bookstore, and went to see Alice in Wonderland in 3D at the Imax in Noblesville. I loved it, despite some pretty scathing reviews. So worth the wait. But I would've gladly waiting a few more weeks to see it had I been doing other things. Other things like, say, labor and delivery.

OK, little guy. I saw my movie, thank you. Now you can come out...