Alas, another weekend passed and guess what? No baby. So, we spent the weekend doing alot of walking around. By the time this baby is born, I'm going to be 5 lbs lighter and in the best of health. But, I fear this child will be two before he decides to step foot (or should I say head) out into this world. Is this his father's butthead genes taking affect? I will love this little bundle, but I'm afraid I will have to take him aside and tell him that if he even thinks about acting like his dad, I will have to hang him by his toes and torment him with a feather until he promises to be nothing like him.
I'm am proud to say though, that Emily has decided to have her baby. What the heck am I talking about? All during Jessica's pregnancy, my three year old has been saying that she has a baby in her tummy too. She would stick out her belly so proudly and show us. This would cause her father to have an aneurysm and die each time. Just like he does when she does her pole dancing moves and her hooker walk. All that I have to add, she learned from watching the dance moves from Hannah Montana and all the other Disney girls turned singers. I just laugh and say, "Honey, think of all the money she'll make us."
I guess she's decided it's been long enough, so now I'm the proud Nana of three baby dolls.
I think I'll save the congrats cigars for later when we go to the strip club to watch her dance and use the dollar bills from her hooking to tip the dancers.