Momma never told me . . . My feet could be as large as my belly

Ok, so that may be a bit of an exaggeration but not really. I was in a wedding Saturday at 37 1/2 weeks. There was a lot of time on my feet Friday and Saturday. I wouldn't change it for the world because it was a very dear friend, but come Sunday I could barely walk and most steps made me want to cry. My feet were huge. I don't think the record-setting high temperatures those two days helped much with the problem either.

On a positive note, I made it through the wedding without going into labor despite the fears of pretty much everyone there. Momma also never told me so many people would make it their business to be concerned for me. At the rehearsal dinner the groom's mother reminded me many times to sit down and checked on me at least 6 times during the dinner to ensure I was ok. I am pretty sure that evening should have been about the bride and groom. Then after the ceremony and pictures I finally made it to the cocktail hour. Of course my husband was hiding at the complete other end of the hall. While on my mission to find him at least 7 ladies stopped me to ask me how I was holding up/congratulate me for not going into labor and delivering a baby. Several mentioned their concern when they could see me holding my stomach and thought for sure I was going to have the baby right there. Dudes, babies squirm and kick. Then there are these things called Braxton Hicks. Oh, and despite what movies may have you believe, I am pretty sure that for most people the whole labor process takes hours! On top of that, they obviously don't know me that well. If I am that close to a filet mignon, I am not going anywhere until it is in my belly!  I think my favorite though was when a lady swore I was having a baby when I temporarily left the ceremony (to pee!). It was a full catholic mass. I waited till the whole drawn out preparing communion thing to leave. I didn't miss any of the actual vows and I returned promptly. Most people didn't even notice because they were paying attention to the bride and groom, not the corner where the bride strategically sat me because she knew my bladder wouldn't hold up!

Anyhow, back at work today to the seeming shock of every client that shows up. Apparently this baby was supposed to come by now despite having a good two weeks until the due date. My mom has also become annoyingly but lovingly antsy. She called this morning to be sure I knew she was ready to have this baby anytime. I mean really! She has 8 other grandchildren so far. I suppose being the first daughter (not -in-law) to have a kid is a big deal.