You're Perfect

Steve had to work this morning, so he was up and in the shower by 6 am. Shortly after he left the bedroom, Will came in feeling a little sick at his tummy.

I snuggled him up on Papa's side of the bed and got him some medicine.

When Steve came out of the bathroom, Will just laid there quietly and watched his Papa. Steve put on a long sleeve shirt and smoothed it down.

"You look good, Papa," Will said. For once, his voice quite and sincere. (That honest emotion you seldom hear from children as they age.)

"No." Steve puffed out his tummy in exaggeration. "Papa is fat!"

"No," Will replied quietly, "You're perfect."

Still Pregnant

I am exactly 11 days away from my official due date, November 14th. Most women would be happy to be so close to the end of their pregnancy. Me, I'm pissed.

Due to my age, 45, I've been told repeatedly by every doctor I've seen that I could expect to deliver 3-4 weeks prior to my due date.

So, that's what I planned for. I've had everything finished and ready for use for almost three weeks now. And, as we were expecting to deliver early, we haven't gone anywhere or made any plans that couldn't be dropped at a moments notice.

Today my doctor informed me that it will "most likely be a full week" before we have to worry about labor. What the hell?

She proceeded to explain that apparently, internally, I have the body of a much younger woman. Great! And no one noticed this before now?

Besides, what 45 year old woman wouldn't rather have the external body of a much younger woman?