So first of all I apologize for getting everyone’s hopes up over the weekend. I had really hoped that what turned out to be more like stomach flu was actually some form of labor.

Somehow the word got out that I was in labor, in the hospital, and just not telling anyone what I had.

Today I saw Yanni talking to Sandy, her basketball coach’s wife at co-op. They were standing right in front of the van, so I could tell by the gestures that Sandy was asking about the baby. Yanni tried again to explain to her that I had not indeed gone into labor, when Sandy turned and saw me. We talked, and she told me that she had told a friend that I had already gone into labor, and they were waiting to hear about the baby.

Sorry, it’s just me and this enormous, kicking belly.

Curtis has directed his peeps to the site for updates. Finally he doesn’t have to field questions about the baby. People can come here to get answers.

And now I don’t even want the baby tomorrow. She can wait. Because it is a big day. Xay’s basketball club starts, and it’s our last chance to take him out to take advantage of kids eat free lunch with Daddy. Not to mention, I need to go grocery shopping. So little miss lady can just stay put until Wednesday.

After which I plan to completely melt down if I have to go to another midwife visit still pregnant.