All this Grownup Stuff

Love Bug,
Today I had to laugh at an email that I got at work. I have been trying to inform my contacts that I am going to be leaving through the end of the year so I can be at home with you. This woman (who I am sure would have been embarrassed if I had called her out on it) sent an email to the people under her informing them that I was going to be out on my "Maturity Leave!" I guess it is appropriate, and I will be forced to feel like more of a grownup after you are born!

Every day that passes just makes me wish you were already here. I am worried that this waiting will go on forever, and that labor will be days on end. After talking to your Aunt Rachael, (I am sure she was just trying to not sugar-coat things) she assured me that labor for our Haley women takes forever. Yippee, thanks! I guess we will know more when we go back to the doctor again on Wednesday morning. You are starting to look like that 20% of babies that come past their due date.... Or maybe you are just like your mommy and are a bit of a planner. You might arrive exactly on schedule just because that is when you had your arrival on the calendar!

Your daddy decided to go get a haircut this week to make sure that he looks nice for all the pictures he plans to take with you. All his curls got cut off, but he still looks handsome. He must have been going for the low-maintenance look. We talked the other night about which one of us we think you will look like. He says that you will be much prettier if you look like me, but I just said that I hope you don't take after his facial hair. :) I need to ask your Grammy to bring some of my baby pictures with her when she comes to see you so that we can compare. It is hard to guess your features off of fuzzy ultrasound pictures, but you seem to have big eyes like me.

Well, I am trying to be a trooper and hang in there as long as I can. Half days at work this week was the best idea ever. And this afternoon, I am going back for another prenatal massage. My back has been hurting alot and I am finally to that phase where it is uncomfortable to sit in the car, lay down in bed, bend over, or stand for long periods of time. I guess that pretty much means all the time... You don't seem to mind so much. Maybe I need to stop eating so much good food so you are a little anxious to get outta there! It must be Daddy's fault for making his delicious peach cobbler again.