Not that it means much with this only being our second, but I am now more pregnant than I've ever been. Yesterday my due date came and went, and here I am sitting at home blogging. Not that I am complaining, because I have a lot to be thankful for. Most of my gratitude goes to my sainted mother who skipped her first week of school in order to come out to Ohio to help me. Unfortunately she has to fly out tomorrow without seeing her newest grandson, but thankfully for me my dad is flying in to give me another week of coverage. I think I would be going crazy without my mom here, but because of her I've had a fun week and haven't been too antsy. Caden loved having grandma here, and I had a lot fewer things to worry about or do. It's definitely different awaiting a second child versus a first. Having a busy toddler to entertain each and every day makes time pass more quickly, and because we're having another boy, there was not much to do to get ready for his arrival. We go to the doctor again on Tuesday, so we'll see what that visit brings. As of yet nothing is set, but we probably won't go past 41 weeks because of my c-section and a history of a big baby (and that was at 40 weeks. This one is smaller, but I don't know that it's by much so if I go too far we're in the same situation as last time). I hope hope hope that my body will go into labor but we'll see. I am blessed to be very good at being pregnant, but apparently not so good at the labor part. I am past my due date but I have not an ounce of swelling, my blood pressure is beautiful, the baby is still a mover and a shaker, and all those other wonderful things are all perfect. However, my stubborn uterus doesn't like to contract (like, ever), but I guess I should be grateful that I'm not one of those ladies that contracts for days on end without going into labor. In the end, no matter what I'm getting closer and closer to having this baby, but who knows when that will be. I'll just keep on counting my blessings while I wait to meet our cute little boy!