Our weekend as a "Things We Did" list.

Friday:
Went out to eat at Nana's, where we destroyed some baked ziti and chicken parmigniana. (Commercial No. 1: Albuquerque residents, go to Nana's! Best Italian food in the city.)
Went to Barnes and Noble, where I bought Dara Horn's "In the Image." (Commercial No. 2: Dara Horn is the best new author I have found in recent memory. I highly recommend "The World to Come" and "In the Image." And that she write another book now since I've read those.)

Saturday:
Slept in, drank coffee, read my book.
Went and hung out with our friends the Overbeeks for the afternoon and then had dinner at Chili's. I wish we had video of Josiah, age less than two, eating corn on the cob with great zeal in spite of his general lack of understanding of how to maneuver the corn. Hilarious.
Finished my book.

Sunday:
Went to church. Came home, took a nap. Got up, went to Whole Foods to buy red raspberry tea. (More on that later.) Bought another book at Border's. Two, actually. I had a coupon.

Things we did not do this weekend:
Have a baby.

So, all in all, it was a really nice weekend. But we still don't have a baby! Yes, here I sit, the night before my due date, still pregnant. I've been on plenty of long walks as recommended by my doctor to trigger labor. There was a whopping thunderstorm, disproving the theory that drops in the barometric pressure might send you into labor. I have also done something very uncharacteristic for me and bought some herbal red raspberry tea that is rumored to have baby-bringing powers in spite of my vague skepticism towards all things homeopathic. We even talked to the baby about all the interesting things and people she has to look forward to out here. ("Look! A nursery! A stroller! Friends! Come out!") But she is apparently uninterested.

So I am resigned to seeing September 3, the long-awaited due date, arrive. I will greet its dawn from behind my giant, round, visibly-bouncing-with-each-kick-from-the-baby belly. In a way, it's kind of cool to think about the fact that it's actually about to be September 3, because I remember vividly the moment in January when the woman on the phone from the doctor's office told me my due date for the first time when I called to make an appointment. "September 3?" I thought. "That is forever and ever." And in a way, it seems like that moment was an eternity ago. So by comparison, whatever amount of time stands between us and the baby's birth is small. It doesn't feel small. But I know it is.

So for those of you who have called, emailed, and generally inquired, we're sorry to inform you that there is no news posted here because there just is no news. We'll let you know when we have more interesting developments. We promise. In the meantime, feel free to make new predictions on the baby's estimated arrival date. Your guess is as good as mine.