Now that I'm at 39+ weeks, I've had a few calls and questions about how I'm feeling.  I thought I better drop in here, though, and say I'm just fine. No signs of labor yet, aside from my constant pleading that "today be the day".

I've been speechless all week. Each day seemed to start with a different tragedy on the news. I take time, gather my thoughts, look forward to the next day and hear of more sadness. In some ways I'm glad Baby Fox is waiting his full term; he won't feel the immediate tension of the cruelties of the week. As one friend reminded me, "He's in a safe and beautiful place right now." Stay nestled and happy in there, little fella, and I'll try to be more patient with your arrival.