"All My Bags Are Packed, I'm Ready To Go"

Still no baby, but we are getting close and it's a good thing too because my irritability has kicked into high gear over the past few days.  This morning, I actually sassed back to a police officer (on our walk to church, no less) when he asked me in an incredulous manner if I was having twins.  In my defense, it's hot and humid here today, we had just walked nearly 3 miles and it's my least favorite day of the year in NYC... the day of the Puerto Rican Day parade.  But still, not an adequate excuse, I know.  So here's hoping that this little one decides to come sooner rather than later before I get myself into trouble!

P.S. The John Denver reference is for my very kind and understanding husband who, unlike that poor police officer, has to live with me!