There's no baby yet. She was due yesterday. I sat around yesterday waiting for something to happen. That was very boring. This morning I decided I would put some faith in the old saying that "a watched pot never boils." I squirmed and rolled my way off the bed this morning and took a nice relaxing shower. I did my hair, put on some make-up. My Boo made pancakes and sausage and I enjoyed eating them. The farmers market opened at 8am so we trotted around in the rain looking at fresh produce and baked goods. I couldn't resist getting a pint of fresh blue berries. I also bought cucumbers, yellow squash, zucchini, an adorable onion and a heaping mess of green beans from an Amish man. I made a comment about snapping beans later, so he asked if I'd ever just thrown them in the pot "as is." I said no, I usually snap them. He said his wife usually throws them in a big pot with potatoes, onion and ham chunks. So when I got home, that's just what I did! As I'm writing, there is a giant pot of farmers market goodness stewing on the stove for dinner tonight. Yumm! Now watch, the baby will decide to arrive and I'll have to skip dinner. I'd probably be cool with that.