I have a feeling that this week is going to look like this in terms of going into labor:
Monday - nope.
Tuesday - nada.
Wednesday - zilch.
Thursday - maybe?
Friday - sigh.
Saturday - someday...
Today we visited some family who live out in the country in a house where we used to live when Raccoon turned one year old. He learned to walk there, and fell in love with mud in the huge yard. Today he cried and cried that he didn't want to leave. "I miss living here. It's so much fun. I want to stay with my cousins. My animals at home aren't fun." He fell asleep after 5 minutes in the car.
It was an awesome break from the city. Maybe we'll live there again some day.