The Final Countdown

We are now T minus 5 days for countdown. I think I'm finally ready. Last week was a mad rush to finish my online education class. This week is actually the last week of the class, but with my "bag-a-bulgin'" as Sarah likes to call it, I didn't want to take any chances. I asked my instructor to work with me just in case I went into labor. She eagerly said, "Sure, what'd you have in mind?" I asked for a simple extension on my final just in case I went into labor. She responded to my email with an ever so helpful, "No, you cannot have an extension. You can just finish everything a week early, ok?" Not ok! So as I raced around BSing my final assignment, Max had to intervene. He somehow plugged the laptop adapter into the outlet (child plug covers are no match for him), tripped the breaker, and shorted out my adapter. With no battery and no adapter I was freaking. Outsourced Dell support to the rescue. I have no idea what the Middle Eastern woman said half the phone call, but she nicely overnighted me an adapter and I finished my ridiculous class! Now we are just waiting for this baby to arrive. The next date that my doctor said she would induce me is on the 3rd, so atleast I know I only have to make it until then. For now, I'll just settle for running through the sprinklers with Max.

2 weeks to go :(

I'm too huge, it's too hot, I'm too sweaty. That is all.

Fruits of my labor

I bet you thought I went into labor. Ha! No, something much more fun and less painful. Our garden is producing! I discovered my first zucchini baby last night. I can't bring myself to chop it up, maybe it's the mother in me. Hopefully we'll have it with dinner tomorrow night. My peas are going crazy, too bad Max doesn't eat peas... or anything else for that matter. My knee-high-by-July corn is growing little tassels. I'm so excited that I actually can grow things! Apparently I grow weeds just as well as vegetables. I'm taking a very aggravating education class, so pulling weeds sort of gets rid of my frustration... and maybe it'll send me into labor.
In the spirit of melon growing, here's a picture of me at 36 weeks. Ugh, can't wait for that watermelon to drop!