Oh baby, where art thou??

Tomorrow is the big day. The Due Date. Not that this is significant. Brice missed his by 8 days before we had to take matters into our own hands. So, i'm not counting on the child making his debut tomorrow. I've been telling him up to this point, "Son, it's not that you're not welcome, of course. It'd just be really good if you could wait until the due date." I was still laboring under the false assumption--hope!!--that perhaps construction would be completed by this day and he could come home to a fully finished condo. But no luck. So, now he's been gracious enough to wait the whole time. I had Seth lay his hands on my belly and tell him he was welcome anytime. Then for the next hour, it was vigorous kicking. And nausea. And wicked heartburn. Will there be a baby in the next 24 hours? Check in later...