It's very chilly out this morning, especially for Arizona. It's hard to believe it's Thanksgiving, but my mind has been occupied elsewhere for a while so I guess it snuck up on me.

Still no word from the baby. The doctor's office called yesterday afternoon and they want me to go in for a Fetal Stress Test tomorrow, so I'll be heading over to the hospital at about 4. They will check Jack's heart rate, amniotic fluid, and movements. I can tell them right now he's fine, and there is really no need for alarm. I'm only a week late and have none of the risks that would cause fetal distress.

I love doctors. Although it's probably more the lawyers fault, scaring them to death with lawsuit after lawsuit. It just seems like they create fear and anxiety out of normal situations. My baby is fine, I am fine, why can't we just wait for him to get here?

We are heading up to my mom's house for turkey. I'm bringing my hospital bag just in case – it makes me nervous being that far from home. The last thing I want to do is ride in a car for 45 minutes while I'm in labor.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!