I stepped on the scale this morning.  I promised myself I wouldn’t do it again during pregnancy, since my midwife has stopped weighing me and there really isn’t any point to it whatsoever.  But I was dying of curiosity.  I’ve now officially gained 55lbs.  I gained 65lbs with Pregnancy #1, 65lbs with Pregnancy #2 and 60lbs with Pregnancy #3.  I guarantee you that I will hit 60lbs before I deliver Baby #4.  This means that with my average weight gain of 2lbs per week, this child will not be born for at least another 2 1/2 weeks.  Is that totally scientific or what? LOL.  Well, that’s my estimate anyway.  And I’ve pretty  much convinced myself, because now I’m a total slacker and have started flat-out refusing to do any kind of nesting.  Instead, Rylan and I have been hanging out.  I plan to spend the next few weeks with my CURRENT baby before he becomes the Big Boy.  Yesterday we went for a walk around the neighborhood, as we’ve been doing lately when it isn’t raining. 

P.S.  It would also be completely acceptable for this baby to be born today, the day in which America elects its first black president.  Because that is actually happening today.  Right?!?!