So close, yet no cigar.

I am still here, at my desk, at work. I sure was hoping today would be the day. That would have worked out perfectly for my calendar. February 3- Avery, March 3- TJ, April 3- me! What a cute little family. But it looks like that won't happen, unfortunately. Tomorrow we go for the last ultrasound, to check her size, and then we see Dr. Connor again. I am not even going to get my hopes up for any extreme progress tomorrow. There is always the outside chance, but like I said, I'm not getting my hopes up. Avery seems very content to stay where she is.

I woke up early this morning when TJ left to go quail hunting (it's always something), and I couldn't go back to sleep. So I decided to go for a "shake this baby out" walk with Hank. It was freezing!!!! We made one trip around the block, and Hank's whiskers were frozen to his face, so we went home. (And I was awfully achy and cold myself.) Hank did manage to mark his territory like a real man a few times and sniff out some crazed joggers. There is no way I would have been out there walking if I didn't have a really good reason. Fitness itself is torturous enough...why not at least save it for a warmer part of the day? Anywho, maybe I pushed her down a little lower. I might try for another lap when I get home this afternoon (when it is 20 degrees warmer). If anyone was wondering what I am looking like these days, here is an updated picture:

Ok, I may not actually look like this, but I promise you, this is exactly what I feel like. All boobs, butt, belly, and ankles (in a fantastically crazy hat).