"We're In A Holding Pattern" -says the pilot.

We are still playing the "waiting" game here at the Robert's house. Trying to occupy our empty time and endless thoughts of the future. The anticipation for the sleepless nights, becoming a Dairy Queen (and all THAT entails), is it a boy or girl, what name we'll use, how can I get people here to help me as soon as possible and how it's going to work fitting a family of 6 in a Buick. Today marks 10 days to go. Tomorrow...single digits. But really what does that mean? It's not like the Delivery Fairy is going to show up on my due date and say "poof", here's your baby. The date means, NADA!!

I can't help but recall many songs that are more then appropriate for my situation like from one from Blues Clues..."wait, wait, wait"...or the infamous song my mom would sing to us..."be patient, don't worry, don't be in such a hurry". In other words, I need to find some serious distractions from this protruding belly that now rests on my legs when I sit down. So to start implementing this distraction plan, I officially say that this Saturday I am getting a pedi. A present to myself. Any Ladies in the big D area want to join me?


I bet if anyone is dying for a mom with a bit more energy it would be my kids. They have had their fair share of cereal for dinner, snacks for lunch...need I say more?? Although I must confess that for breakfast I gave them all a glass of milk and a chocolate No-Bake cookie. Hey it's got oatmeal in it! And Sydney has had a Nutri-grain bar for her "sandwich" more then once. But at least they aren't starving!!

Now off to Sonic for some delicious ice chips!