Still no news, and no real changes. Joe had a talk with the baby last night and explained that today after five might be a good time to come (of course, because Joe has a conference call at four). I don't think the baby is listening.

We did a few more things around the house – hung curtain rods, installed batteries in the play yard, repositioned the J hanging on the wall. We're basically just puttering around and waiting for him to get here, knowing it could strike at any minute. We'll probably walk the dogs again this morning and see if that helps anything, but so far walking hasn't gotten me anywhere.

Our doctor appointment is at two – he's going to strap me to a monitor and do a 20 minute fetal stress test to make certain the baby is okay waiting. I'm sure he'll do another ultrasound as well to check the fluid. I feel a little like a car going in for an oil change.

We met up with Travis and B-Lock and his girlfriend Emily for lunch yesterday. It's funny to be around a girl who has baby fever but isn't even married yet. Isn't even engaged for that matter, although they apparently have been ring shopping. I think she's getting a little ahead of herself – she was talking about when they have babies and she can stay home and watch them and work part time at a golf course.

Well, if he's waiting to be a different astrological sign, today is the day it switches over to Sagittarius. Now he will be the same sign as both of his grandmothers.