It's officially November. And I'm really excited, because that means we're having a baby this month. In a week, actually. I'm officially scheduled for induction on the 8th if Jalopy hasn't made her appearance before then, so there is a light at the end of the tunnel. We're officially taking bets on when she'll show up. The entrance fee is a plate of cookies, to be left on my doorstep, and you can submit your choice of date telepathically. If you guess correctly, you can have the satisfaction of knowing your cookies were definitely my favorite. And that you are the smartest person ever.
Actually, we really don't need any cookies, because between Jessie's work party and two trunk or treats, Madeline managed to bring home at least six months worth of junk food. Which will disappear in two weeks if I'm not disciplined. Madeline went as Dorothy to the Friday activities, and I was the wicked witch. On Saturday she dressed as a Broncos cheerleader to match her uncle Bryce who was a Broncos football player. They may be having a bad season, but the whole team will probably be comforted by the cute pictures we got. Jessie was a nerd to match the rest of the people in his department at work. So basically, he just went to work as usual but we added a pair of glasses. (Kidding, Jessie. We all know you usually wear a tuxedo to work.) All in all, it was an awesome holiday. And we made it through the actual Halloween day without having a baby, which was a relief, because it was the one day I was firmly committed to not going into labor. No Halloween babies for us. Because birthdays on Halloween=way too much sugar and hyperactivity.
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