Dave and I will be married nine years on Friday. We just might get a baby that day.

Jackson 35 weeks, 6 days

Jackson did not pass his biophysical profile at our appointment today. His non-stress test, however, went great! We’ll do it all again on Friday and if the results of either of those tests aren’t what they should be, he’ll be born on Friday. Hopefully, all will be well and he’ll come on the 21st, as scheduled (sort of – it was determined today that my maternal-fetal health specialist will deliver him in Akron rather than my regular doctor in Wooster).

They’re concerned about his muscle tone. And my uterus. (The uterus may not come home with me, which is fine. As long as Jackson does, I’m good!)

Meanwhile, I’ve been indulging in some retail therapy in the form of:

A Black Skip Hop Versa Diaper Bag,


Handmade burp cloths,

Burp Cloths

Pee Pee Tee Pees,

Pee Pee Tee Pees

and the like.

I may not need them, but I need them. (You know what I mean.)