37 weeks - hey ooohhhhh!!!!

that was my best ed mcmahon impersonation. forgive me, for i am delirious. this is what happens when you're about to birth a child and running on an average of 6 hours sleep a night. anyway, here we are, at 37 weeks. little sammy is full term! good job, buddy! we went to the doctor today and he's doing really well - heartbeat is strong, his booty is firmly lodged on my right side, and he's low - heading for the door, if you will. that, plus the fact that i was 50% effaced as of last week led my doctor to predict that he may come a little sooner rather than later. of course, she quickly followed that up with "don't curse my name when you're two weeks over-due". we'll see, but i'm taking bets from anyone that wants to throw out some predictions.

in the mean time, i can't wait for our fridge to be back up and running (it's been dead since last week, but the maytag repairman - yes, THE maytag repairman, or just some repair dude named Steve - is coming out tomorrow to fix it. it'll be a baking/cooking fest this weekend, as I need to get our freezer meals lined up so that we don't have to rely on the craptastic takeout options that we have around here once we bring sam home. well, it will be a kitchen fest in between the red river shoot out on saturday morning (hook 'em horns!), and the saints game on sunday (saint brees, pray for us..).

okay, my 7th take out dinner of the week just arrived. gotta go!