Well, Baby's still sitting tight. I was at the mall getting a few things and got to tell one of the sales clerks that my due date is today. I love people's reaction when it's anywhere within a week of my due date, but it's especially good on the actual day or when that day has passed. Saucer eyes and all kinds of exclamations. "When are you due?" "Today." Ha ha-I love it. I laugh inside-and sometimes out. A big weather change is supposed to take place this week, so hopefully Baby will come with the snow.

Speaking of which, I've been obsessing about my anticipated epidural. And it's not because of those irrational fears of spinal headaches and/or something going wrong. It's because one of the four anesthesiologists at my hospital is a member of our church who brings his daughters to Sabbath School every week. When you get an epidural, you curl over on the side of the bed as much as possible and your hospital gown is open in the back. At that point modesty is an afterthought anyway, however this immodesty is largely reserved for family and strangers employed by the medical ward. Now, I know that he has three kids himself, and has seen PLENTY of bare pregnant heinies while giving said epidurals, but I'd rather mine not be one of them. How am I supposed to have my bare back and bottom exposed to a man (who by the way is NOT unattractive, nor all that much older than me) that I see every week in church? I'd really rather not. I gave Justin explicit instructions that if it is him, he is to make sure my bottom has a sheet around it. Last time I got some little Asian man who could barely speak English and he was in and out and zippity zap it was in and I was happy. Please come back little Asian man. I'll pay extra.