Nary a sign

Another day, another "nothing to report." But I am pleased with this week's non-progress as it allows me to get to tomorrow night and Josh's company holiday party. It's at a club downtown and while I can't drink or wear anything remotely appropriate for a club, I am looking forward to it.

The contractions could, perhaps, be considered a little more numerous today. By no means anything to get excited about, mostly non-painless and just tight. But it's still something. Could be the fact Jack keeps asking me to sit on the floor and build lego towers or read books. The floor, and the getting down to it and getting up from it, is not so easy to navigate at this stage.

But let me tell you about my exciting day. We slept in until 9 (another post for next week, but my child's ear infection several weeks ago reset his sleep pattern and he now routinely sleeps until 8:30 a.m. or later) and then went to the bank and hosted a playdate. After naptime, we went to the grocery store and I whipped up chicken and potatoes for dinner. By the time Josh got home from work, Jack was fed and happy and the house was clean.

I asked Josh if there was anything more he could ask from his stay-at-home wife extraordinaire. He told me he had a list, would I like it. Hardee har har. Comedian.