No baby...

Nope, no baby yet. Last week Rus thought there were plenty of occasions where he would be benefited by me having the baby. At night he'd say, "Keri, I have a horrible, long meeting to go to tomorrow, and the only way I'm going to get out of it is if you have the baby." OR, "Keri, I'm really tired. Maybe can your water break at about 5 or 6am, and then I'll sleep in a little longer, and then you can have the baby?" Then he got desperate. "Keri, we're having dinner with my parents tomorrow night, and if you want to get out of it, you have to have the baby." Then he'd rub my belly in a downward motion, as if it was possible to show the baby the correct direction and then he'd naturally follow.
Talk about pressure! So then instead of just praying for me to have patience, I decided that maybe I'd pray for Rus to have patience, too. That, in addition to a couple of meltdowns that I have had when I've woken up and still found myself pregnant have basically cured him of subscribing to my "labor services" to get him out of things. Don't get me wrong, there have been numerous times in the past week that I have thought, "I'd rather be at the hospital having a baby than doing this." Like when I've had to go to Walmart, or another dr's appointment, or church on Sunday with everyone saying, "Mmm, Keri, you look like you're done. When's that baby going to come?" I just tell them I like being large and uncomfortable so much that I think I'll hold on for another month. Fun, fun!
So here I am. Drumming my fingers. Checking my watch. Watching my belly. Mentally weighing the pros and cons of going for a 10 mile walk or 4wheeling down a bumpy road or going to my friend's house to use her trampoline...