8.10.2009

August 9th came and went....

I am officially one day past my due date. Yesterday was August 9th, which was our EDD (Estimated Due Date). According to my Bradley class, most first time mothers who plan on natural childbirth go 10 days late. Ugggggg, I don't think I can take another 9 days of waiting.

Matt is also not a big fan of waiting. He really wants to see his son and start being a dad.

We spent the past weekend going to the Forest Hill Farmer's Market on Saturday morning and the Watermelon Festival on Sunday morning. Both were fantastic! The farmer's market was fun and we were able to pick up some fresh veggies, and chocolate cake mix. I have developed this infatuation with chocolate cake since becoming pregnant. We also met this really cool woman who makes cloth diapers. Matt and I are both upset by the amount of waste our child will produce in his first two years of life. We are seriously considering at least supplementing with cloth diapers at home. The ones that the woman makes are really cool. They snap on and off, and are the diaper and cover all in one. They also grow with your child from 8 lbs to about 28 lbs. So in the long run, they would save us money too.

Sunday, we went to the Carytown Watermelon Festival. It was very hot, 97 degrees, but we had a great time walking around. Matt found these really cool barrels that you can put whiskey in and age it. Supposedly, you put in cheaper liquor and then let it age for 3 weeks or so and it come out tasting like the more expensive version. They are oak barrels and seemed very well made. Matt is now infatuated with them. We walked around for about 2 hours, which was the time limit placed on me by my midwife, ate lunch at Nacho Mama's and went home. I have never been so tired. I was telling Matt that I wasn't that tired after completing my Olympic Distance tri. I took a nap and spent the rest of the day resting and hoping to go into labor.

It is now Monday morning and I am still pregnant. I guess we will have to wait and see when Alex decides to make his grand arrival. There are lots of people anxiously awaiting his arrival.

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