Is it really so

Here is an updated picture of the little guy we are yet to meet. You would think it couldn't get any bigger than this, but somehow it has.

I would like to thank all of those who voted and gave me new, great ideas for names. However, I am disappointed that my name got out voted. My first pick is Camden, and then maybe Gavin. But then we were thinking we could name him Corbin Bleu Thompson. Any High School Musical Fans with us??

The counter is down to only three days, however he can't come tomorrow because Dylan has clearly let us know he would like to keep his birthday to himself. I think we were ready last week for this kid to come. I had cleaned the house, done my laundry and even done my own shaving! I learned from my sister-in-law that really the toe nail painting and leg shaving is customly done by the husband- great idea considering I had to hold my breath just to clip my toe nails!

As some of you might have guessed the above picture is not really me, it is Connor with one of Dylan's birthday balloons stuffed in his shirt. Here is the real thing:

And still I think this doesn't quite do justice, seriously, I am unnaturally huge! As you can see I am also sporting my everyday outfit- sweats. I live in them because everything else is so breezy now-a-days. My maternity clothes have actually gotten too small and they don't meet in the middle! And boy can it get cold here! Maybe that is why this kid hasn't come- he can feel how cold it can get and he likes to stay where it is always warm.

Put us in your prayers for this week. This kid had better come or I will go insane. I think Dylan and Ashlyn no longer believe that this kid is ever really going to come because of the many anticipatory comments we have made to them. We are constantly telling them, to tell Him to come out and play. Ashlyn thinks it is all just a big game and Dylan doesn't remember the last time I actually played "the real" games with him (wrestling, running and tackling him.)