To squelch the influx of the daily (hourly? minutely?) badgering of family, friends and the Dear Internet, I have this to announce:
THE. BABY. IS. NOT. HERE.
Who is here? Well, that would be me, my hovering husband and the children that are still hanging around the house like this is some sort of half-way house and school is not starting in 5 days.
Anyway, today is the daughter's sleep-over/birthday party, so I must finish tidying the house, prepare the cupcakes and generally act like a bitch on wheels. Because the world? ANNOYS THE SHIT OUT OF ME RIGHT NOW.
Except for you. YOU I like. Just don't ask me to cook you something.
NYC pics are now uploaded to my computer, although not to Typepad, because I seem incapable of doing any mundane tasks. Tomorrow I go to the spa and then this damn baby can come out. Because I'm certainly NOT giving birth without a pedicure.
Just because I'm feeling generous (and I can procrastinate about cleaining the bathroom) here's (hopefully) the last belly pic:
Oops, no. That's the World of Disney on 5th Ave.
And this is obviously an illegal picture of the ending of The Lion King. Don't tell the ushers, because they are some kind of fierce.
EEEEK. Let's all pretend I did NOT just post that.