And the date is...

June 15th. Monday, the 15th I will have my baby. That is, unless she decides she wants to make an earlier appearance. While it would be funny if after all the planning she did come on the 12th anyway, I'd rather her stay in as long as possible just for health's sake.

But things are truckin' along. I'm starting to get the sympathy glances and the smiles now from random strangers. I guess since I'm finally completely bumped out, they look at me with pity. Too bad I can't be too casual here at work because I would buy a t-shirt for every day of the week that had some snarky comment on it. But, sadly, I cannot.

Carter has been a piece of work lately. I'm not sure if it's just him acting three and a half, or what, but wow!! Each morning is a fight of some sort getting to school. Either he doesn't want to stop watching Disney to eat/get dressed/whatever or he doesn't want to leave the house or gets upset when his favorite song isn't playing at the time of our departure. Today, we had a fairly calm morning until I pull up to the daycare. I parked a few slots further down than I usually do and you would have thought that the world was ending. "Want you to park down 'dare" complete with crocodile tears and all. Then his refusal to get out of the van. Then, his anger at me for picking him up and carrying him to the door. Then, he didn't want to put his bag in his cubby so I did it for him. That started it all over yet again. When we finally got to the class, the teacher in there told me she was happy to see that he does that to me because apparently he has been Mr. Do The Opposite of Everything Said lately. It's just sad that he can make me go from zero to pissed off in no time flat. I honestly hope that this gets worked out in his head before Ali comes.