The waiting game...

I go to bed, crossing my fingers I can get some sleep...

Then I wake up and think to myself "darn, I didn't go into labour"...

Every new feeling gets me thinking... "is this going to be it?"

And it's not.

I try to rest in the afternoon (LOVE having hubby home for the summer because I can actually do this)!

I fall asleep saying..."this afternoon would be great, I'd even be rested!"

I wake up feeling no different.

I get through the afternoon activities...everyone watches me...I know what they are thinking, wondering.

Then it's dinner, then it's after dinner...and I am exhausted.

I go to bed, crossig my fingers I can get some sleep...