Despite having contractions almost every day, there is still no baby. I'm due Friday and T was born one day early so that still gives me a few days. Each small task I perform is filled with symbolism and hope-- if I finish the quilt he will come. If I finally buy a box of diapers he will come. If I pack a bag for the birth center he will come. When Talia was born we went out for sushi the night before so on Sunday we all went back to our favorite place, Sagami in NJ. Talia LOVES sushi and a nice dinner was had by all but... no baby. The last thing I can think of is to pick out a middle name. The baby naming book fell behind the radiator some time ago. I asked Ron to get it tonight but... he forgot. So it's his fault, I guess.
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