Still...

Still here...
Still waiting...
Still pregnant.

I really should not be surprised at all.  We totally jinxed ourselves and assumed she would be all Loeffler and come early.  BUT she's taken after her mama and is late.  4 days late to be exact.

As our due date approached last weekend, I became more and more anxious and cranky.  I just wanted this baby out!  (I have loved being pregnant and to be honest, I can't wait for baby #2 to do this all over again (not any time soon though!  I already know that this little miss is going to keep us on our toes).  But there comes a time when you are just done.  Done being big, done waddling, done not having anything to wear, done tossing and turning all night, done getting up to go to the bathroom 2, 3, 4 times a night, JUST DONE!)

When we passed our due date, I was a mess.  Cranky, crying, emotional, etc.  People text, call, and email wondering if there is a baby on the outside and I just stopped answering.  No news is just that, people, NO NEWS.  I started getting email newsletters this week from the hospital or the pregnancy websites telling me all about my first week with a newborn.  I wanted to chuck my computer across the room or drop it from our loft. 

And then I go into her room and look at her clothes and see the 8+ newborn outfits that people have given us and think "well, can't wear those anymore!" since this child will probably come out walking!  Seriously, don't buy people newborn clothes because now I have all these tiny outfits that we won't use (and who knows if we'll have any other girls).  Rule of thumb when buying baby gifts: 3 months+.

Can you tell I'm still cranky?  That's what being 4 days and counting past your due date will do to you.  I even ate Taco Bell last night hoping that would work.  It didn't and now I remember why I don't eat Taco Bell.