So, I guess it's been a few weeks since I've updated the blog again. It's been a busy past couple of weeks. Here's a recap:

Had a lovely baby shower on Sunday, Sept. 19th. It was hosted by Sally Taylor and Debbie Martin- two super fun ladies in my dad's choir. The church choir ladies and the ladies on staff at the church were all invited, and many attended. There was a scrumptious spread of goodies to eat, banana punch, a too cute diaper cake as the centerpiece, and of course... lot's of adorable gifts for our precious little guy. I had most everything organized and put away within a couple of days after the shower. The nursery is all set up, crib and all... and now it's just waiting, just like us!

Church stuff remains busy. We're still involved with all of our normal activities. Have to take my shoes off during church- feel sorry for anyone sitting near me. No reason not to go to church, lead worship, etc... even if we are just a few days away from meeting our son. Sacha is always on the go, and I am blessed to have a 'job' that allows me to work from home. I'm to the point that I don't really want to go anywhere. I hate being at home all the time, but my feet are so swollen (really, they're terrible) that I have zero pairs of shoes or even flip flops that I can stuff them into. I did have a pregnant woman moment last Sunday morning where I cried (quite literally) because of my huge feet and not being able to fit them into any of my shoes. I may have even declared that I was just going to stay home, but the good Lord snapped me out of that real quick. Poor Sacha. I try not to complain too much about being so uncomfortable, but I'm to the point now where I just can't not complain- everyday tasks are a huge struggle. My feet are constantly falling asleep, can't bend my toes, etc, etc... and all I hear from everyone is 'Your feet look bad' or 'You look uncomfortable.' Well, duh! I live with it- and don't need to be reminded of it every five minutes, thanks! If you've been pregnant, chances are you've been there, and know exactly how I feel.

Moving on... our past couple of Dr's appointments have been good, but disappointing. I keep walking in there every week, confident that something will have changed... that I just might be dilated even a little bit- but no such luck. After four weeks of appointments and exams, nada! Dr. P seems pretty sure we'll go past little guy's due date. AWESOME! I am eager to meet him, and eager for him to get out of me! :) Seriously, it could all change very quickly, but as of Tuesday, he was still very high up and not close to making his debut. Our next appt. is on Tuesday, the 5th & if nothing is happening by then, we'll have to go back on Friday to have an ultrasound to do a 'no stress' test. I keep praying that he'll come out on his own and that I won't have to be induced.

So, that's about it. Everyone's so super excited for him to hurry up and get here, and to see pictures... but it's out of my hands, folks! He'll get here when he's ready. Maybe he's overheard too many of our conversations and thinks we're all a little too weird and has decided not to come out at all. I wouldn't blame him- we really are a bunch of weirdo's, on all sides of this big, wacky, Durocher-Witt family. We're all waiting... just waiting...