It's been a bit of radio silence over here the last few days, mostly because there's not much to report other than I'm still pregnant. When my mother was pregnant with me, I was born right on time, but when she was pregnant with my older brother Perry he came late. Very late. "Oh my God I may stay pregnant forever will no one believe me this has to be a world record for pregnancy he's going to come out eating solid foods" kind of late. It's still hard for me to wrap my head around, but my brother was supposedly due in late November and was born January 12. When my father lamented recently that Perry was "born under a bad star" because of all his poor luck, I pointed out that he was supposed to be Scorpio and ended up a Capricorn.

My mother says that she went to the doctor every week and they would continue to pat her on the head and tell her she must have counted wrong. And every week she would go home in tears, still pregnant. I find it ironic that recently that I've been going home from my doctor visits in tears because I am trying desperately to remain pregnant.

To add insult to injury, for the two months from November to January, my mother's mother would call every day to ask if the baby was coming that day so she could go get her hair done and not look like a "booger bear" when she came to visit Mom at the hospital. Every. Day.

My mother told me that little tidbit in an email earlier this week. She has also called me every day this week with some random question or another just to see how things are going. When the phone rang today, Rich looked at the caller ID and said it was my mother asking if she should get her hair done.

So no baby quite yet. But I promise to let you all know when we get close, so you can call your local salons.