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I wonder if Jesus was thinking about his mom, or one of his sisters, or some friend who may have been pregnant when he said, "No one knows about that day or hour, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father." - Matt24:36
Anyway, that's how it feels waiting for little baby H to pop into our lives. And I suppose that's how the next 25 years or so of my life will feel...hoping, waiting, curious to see what happens, trying to stand back and let the little guy do his thing without too much interference.
Due date is Friday, but we (and by "we", I mean Heather) haven't experienced any real pre-labor or anything at this point. Maybe we've got more time than the doctor's schedule shows.
A nurse told me that walking and spicy food help speed things along. So, last night I took Heather out for some spicy pizza. (Gretchen, we went to Fat Lorenzo's for the first time. We thought it was an awesome representation of Non-Chicago, MidWest style Pizza. Can't wait to hear what you think about it....) So we sprinkled the spicy flakes on the pie (one of my most exciting acheivements was assisting Heather develop a taste for the spicy). Afterwards, we both spent time on the treadmill--me trying to slow down the pear shape effect that happens to all glutons who eat too much pizza and Heather trying to knock out the baby. Obviously, he didn't come. We'll have to try again today 
Anyway, I'll be posting pics as soon as the little guy let me.
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Either way, I hope they work. I can't wait to see him!
