Well, Owen was wrong about when the baby is “popping out”. No baby today (you know, unless I go into labor in the next few minutes and have a baby in under 3 hours) .
(Don’t judge my fashion, y’all. There are VERY few items of clothing that still fit around my belly).
Still, we had a wonderful, if very, very hot, 4th of July.
Parade and all. (Side note: I hate to be a scrooge, but parades are LAME. Even when they are “great”, they are just not really my thing. Sure, the fire engines were cool and all, but the waiting in between acts? In the burning heat? Yeah. Not so much. Or maybe I was just a bit crankier than normal this year carrying around a full size child in my stomach.)
We also invented a new backyard game aptly called “water slide”. It’s awesome.
And then the pregnant lady’s favorite part of the day… we relaxed in the air conditioning, did puzzles and read books.
Unfortunately Owen’s prediction about when his little brother would arrive was not accurate. But I have to say, I’m still glad for one more day with my little buddy.