Running out

Since we are playing the waiting game with our soon-to-be born child, I have run out of things to blog about. Sure there is probably plenty of things going on in my life that I could mindlessly drone on about, but I cannot seem to put any thoughts together to make a complete thought. Even this is difficult for me to put together because all I can think about is, "When am I going to meet this child of mine?" It has been a fast nine months for me (I'm sure it hasn't been as fast for Mel), but lately, all I can concentrate on is the anticipation of meeting my son. We are so close to his due date, and I am on edge.

Last night, I kindly asked him to come out and meet us. I assured him that if it was too cold out here, we would wrap him up in blankets and make sure he was comfortable. I also offered to submerge him in some goo if he'd rather it was more like in there, out here. Apparently he didn't budge and is quite comfortable in his current state.

He is consuming my every thought, and the anticipation is driving me crazy!