He is here, healthy, and beautiful.

Now that I am going on past my due date, I don’t have to much to say about it then it really sucks. I went 42 weeks with Tarzan and still had to be induced. But on the other hand I just kept going on would go to work or to school everyday and the time went by pretty fast and at night I was really tired so I would sleep really well.

So last week my boss told me that Friday would be my last day of work until I was ready to come back, so I have had to come up with other things to do other then go to work. So in my efforts to stay occupied, I have turned to housework. So today my plan was to clean the bathroom and that took me way longer then I thought it would and I had to take a shower half way threw it because I was so sweaty. I proceeded to scrub the bathroom, like on my hands and knees, and now all of the muscles in my whole body are sore. So I think I will do the floors tomorrow, and pray to god this baby comes out.

This is me as of Saturday... I think I look a little wet, it could be sweat or it could be because I was in the pool.

Do you know what is really alarming? Tarzan taught himself to float face down in the pool. It scares the shit out of me every single time I see him do it. It has been going on for over a month and it still alarms the hell out of me. Another reason I don’t understand why I haven’t gone into labor.

I asked him politely if those were his girlfriends shorts.....

Thanks to my friend Rai, I have a camera. Mine was stolen along with the floormats of my car. I know someone is useing them as some sort of welcome mat or on the floor of there bathroom. Well I could take at least a million photos of Tarzan a day and not think anything of it, because he is glamrous. Here is a photo of Tarzan. Another photo of The Mexican Lover and The Don.

FYI: Still know baby, and my ankles are filling up with water, well mostly just the one on the right. I am going to the doctor tonight and I am going to ask him about that, and how overdue he is going to let me go. I am hoping that he will induce me if I haven't had the baby by Oct. 6.

I am still pregnant and there is know end in sight!

When in the express lane, and the sign reads 10 items or less it means 10 items or less. It doesn’t mean 10 items per shopping cart unlimited shopping carts, or am I wrong?

FYI: I am still pregnant, and the kid is going to weigh in at 25 lbs.

Today I went to the doctor, and this is what I told him “there is a bunch of mucus stuff coming out of my crotch.” That is an exact quote. Then he promised me that he wouldn’t be drunk if I went into labor this weekend.

So I have expressed my concerns about having the baby on the Mexican Independence Day. The Mexican Lover was expressing my concerns about everyone being drunk including my doctor on that lovely day to some of his clients. Well after relying this information his clients started chiming in with stories that went like this. Oh ya, one year on Christmas my daughter need to go the hospital and we had to wait 7 hours for them to find someone sober. Thank god I new a couple of doctors because so and so hurt themselves and it was a holiday or we wouldn’t have been able to get any help.

I told The Mexican Lover thank you for telling me that. I feel much better now.

This might seem a little harsh, but oh well. I don’t know how fat people do it. I don’t mean chunky or thick. I mean fat, like morbidly obese, or people with huge beer bellies. At the moment my stomach is so low, that I can’t imagine it getting any lower, because then it would be at my knees along with my breastfeeding ninnies. I can’t even sit down with my legs together, I can hardly get out of my car. Everywhere I go someone offers me a seat, and frankly I don’t want to sit down because it is such a pain in the ass to stand back up and then I have the sensation that I need to pee the moment I get up.

I think with all of the advances with technology I don’t know why anyone would really have to be pregnant anyways, can’t someone just call me when it is done, and I need to pick the baby up. I have allows wanted to have kids, I love them. The idea of being pregnant on the other hand I don’t really understand the desire. With both of my pregnancy I haven’t even had any nausea so I have been very fortunate. So I don’t know what my problem is.

I guess what annoys me the most is people or should I say strangers touching me like it is welcomed, or people I don’t know asking me invasive questions or anything at all. If I don’t know you, what makes you think that you can ask me stupid shit or touch my protruding belly? Now I am just complaining, but what bothers me the most is when strangers asking me what I am having. I am having a baby, not a litter of puppies, or kitties, not a kangaroo, I am having a baby. If it is a boy or girl really doesn’t matter I don’t get to choose I didn’t send a letter to a stork and ask for anything special. I just want the baby to be healthy.

Now I am just going to be really sweaty… Being sweaty is the worst thing I have experienced.

It won’t be like with Tarzan were I just continued on with life well after my due date, so far after my due date that my midwife, my wonderful midwife said that I had to be induce. I went to the hospital they gave me a little bit of this and a little bit of that. Had an epidural, went to sleep, woke up and I pushed the little beast out. No pain, no gain. I don’t know what that is all about.

So everyday I get closer to having this little animal. I am so paranoid about have a c-section, that I will be waiting until the very last minute to go to the hospital, I feel like the hospital room will look like the surgery suite on NIP/TUCK were they have all of there operating equipment laid out neatly on the table ready to cut me open. That would be ideal if I was going in for a vaginal rejuvenation surgery, but that isn’t the case. I am going to be having a baby, and I hope that it will be coming out of my vagina.

Oh, one more thing. September 16th is a huge holiday here. It is the Mexican Independence Day. It involves a lot of tequila, and it includes everybody. I don’t think there is one sober person in the whole country that day. The Mexican Lover is hoping we have the baby that day. If that is the case I will be delivering the baby all by myself because there won’t be anyone sober at the hospital or anywhere else. Maybe I should by Tarzan a catcher’s mit. Damn Dude.

I am ready to push this baby out. I am tired of being so sweaty all of the time, I don't think there are words to express how sweaty I really am. You would have to see it to believe it. It is fucking gross. I guess since it just started raining, that if I were to go into labor at this moment, I would be having the baby in my sister-in-laws bed. I don't know how excited she would be about that.

The c-section rate down here is about 99.9% so I would probably be better off having the baby here then at the hospital. The entire pregnancy I have been adamant about have a vaginal birth, and then the other day I had to put my foot down about the pinche episiotomy. My doctor thinks I am crazy so that is also very reassuring. Maybe I should just have the baby in my sister-in-laws bed. I might be better off. RSG I will need you on the phone.