Deadline come and gone

So today is the big deadline day when Tumnus is/was supposed to make his grand entrance into the world.  However, there is certainly no sign of him other than the fact that I thought it couldn’t get any harder to walk, but apparently it can and will.  *Gross alert coming up, stop reading now if you don’t want to know*  So gravity is certainly exerting its mighty influence.  I really feel like I could just stand with my legs apart and he would fall out because I feel this genuine downward pull.  But no.  It doesn’t work.  I tried it.  No falling out.  Which I guess is good – that means no brain damage from landing on his noggin unexpectedly.  I might have had contractions in my sleep last night, but I was determined to keep sleeping so I don’t know.  But I haven’t had any other than that.  I’m in pain most of the time if I am standing, not contraction pain, just, he is too heavy and so forth pain.  So, no, no progress.  I go to the doctor tomorrow and this time they will check for dilation etc.  So, although I’d like to be able to say I’ll have a progress report tomorrow (or even a Tumnus), I have a feeling there will be a whole lot of still nothing.  On the good side of waiting, I hear (from Jan) that babies born late know how to feed better, so that’s always a good thing.  I would love for this all to be over, but it’s not like I have a clue what to do once he is born so it’s okay he isn’t yet.  I mean, I’m sure I’ll figure it out, but what’s more overwhelming, out or in?  I’m thinking: out.  I had everything done at school on Friday, meaning all the units of study etc, in case I had to be gone, but I’m not gone, so I really feel like I’m just spinning my wheels.  I had Cristian in today to talk about life under Communism in Roumania and he did a fantastic job and they girls Loved it.  Too bad he can’t teach every day, ha ha.

In house news, we looked at more houses today and they were all “nice.”  I mean, there is nothing wrong with these places; they just aren’t exciting.  They’re just… houses.  I don’t know.  I guess I don’t know what I am looking for, but a house with everything in the “expected” niceness is just so… not worth looking at.  The usual large master bedroom with adjoining  bath, the deck, the large kitchen with island, the  2-car garage, the living room with pale carpet… I think I just described almost all the houses we have seen in one sentence.  So after looking at these, we stood in the driveway of one (that actually did distinguish itself by being entirely laid out and geared toward life in a wheelchair for an active wheelchair person – I mean, not a senior) and we discussed our options in the sun.  The sun perhaps made us optimistic because we decided what we would do is hope that if we increased our offer on the house we have already made the offer on to the amount they asked for (with serious consideration for tax exemptions), then perhaps the bank would look at it faster.  Even increasing it to what they asked for is still cheaper than any other house we are looking at, except for the other one in foreclosure.  Our big prayer now is simply that things will work out in a timely fashion so we aren’t homeless for too long between closings.  We didn’t hear anything today though.  We also said that if we don’t hear after a week, then we’ll just forget it and move on to a new place.  So we shall see.

I think that is the news for now.  I have typed a lot, but I feel like I have said little.  The Habs are hanging on – they better win tonight!   Keep praying for us as we do for you, regularly.

Here is a link to an awesome poem one of my colleagues found:

http://www.black-iris.com/2005/11/03/def-poetry-speak-with-authority/

wendy