By the time most of you read this, it will be November.

We caught the SuperFlu last week; I am still sick, and Rob got the 48-hour version.  He is doing much better than I am.  Don’t catch whatever we got; it hits you hard and fast and ugly.  Enough to forget it was Halloween.   So Rob had to pick up emergency candy on the way home — he got 3 bags.  We got 2 trick-or-treaters tonight.   You know that if we didn’t pick up candy we’d have had 35 kids at the door, and some snotty Jr. High guy in the Scream mask whining.  So we can’t win.  But at least there’s chocolate in the house, and Rob will have some sugary snacks at lunch for a few days.

As the title says, my Dr. gave us the official OK to give birth to Andrew last Thursday, without any concerns he’d be too small.  So we sit, and walk, and wait for labor to begin now.  He still kicks my ribs, and doesn’t feel like he’s dropped.   And it doesn’t look like he has from the photos, either; or maybe I don’t know what I’m looking for.  But lately I do feel like he’s gained a good couple of pounds, and my belly feels like a rock.  And I was able to feel a fist or heel or some type of appendage as he tried to exit the wrong way.  (I have a feeling he’ll be like his Momma; no sense of direction or built-in compass).

So the waiting game begins…The baby pool’s earliest guess is November 11th, so we’ll see how close everyone is.   We’ll leave you with the almost-every-8-days photo…