Whoorlita seems to be comfy and cozy and NOT going anywhere. Her due date came and went with not an ounce of fanfare.

So we took a 2-mile hike this morning.

Although this might be a better depiction of the way I currently feel.

Have you read about the Sneaky Hate Spiral at Hyperbole and a Half? Yeah. I am nearing Rage Sprinkler territory. (Also, check out Wito’s windblown Dwight Schrute hair.)

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must scarf down an enormous bowl of incredibly spicy Kung Pao chicken. Peace be with you.

I’m officially out of energy. My parents get here in two days, my last scheduled OB appointment is in a few hours and my due date is this Saturday. I had given birth to Wito at this point in my last pregnancy, so I was spared the discomfort of the 40th week.

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That’s all I’ve got. Hopefully happy news is around the corner!