38 weeks, 2 day

38 weeks, 2 days.  On they way out of the Dr's this morning she said, "See you in labor".  

I'm not sure if I am ready yet.  I still have stuff to do!  But, at the same time, I can't wait for Porter to get here so I can kiss his sweet face and sleep comfortably at night :).  J/K. 

Picturing Him

I often ask David if he thinks Porter will look like me or him.  Usually he says he hopes he looks like me from the waist up (minus boobs of course) and him from the waist down.  I must admit, out of the two of us, David has the better legs.  But, the other night David came back with a different response.  He said, "If our kid looks like me I am not going to be able to look at him.  I am going to wig out."  I don't know why, but I could not stop laughing.  I hope for Porter's sake he looks enough different than his dad so that David will be able to look at him!

One Last Hoorah!

This past week David interviewed in Philadelphia at CHOP and after confirming Monday that it didn't look like I was going into labor anytime soon, I booked a train ticket to meet David.  It was such a blast and I am so glad that we had this little mini vacation.  We also celebrated David's 37th birthday and.... the results that he passed his cardiology boards!  So, it was a big week.

For David's 37th Birthday dinner we went to Marrakesh.  For the past 7 years of our marriage I have heard about this restaurant and I am so happy that we were able to celebrate there together.  The experience begins when you arrive at the entrance down this little alley.  (In the past, there wasn't even a sign advertising.)  You knock on a locked door, they let you enter into this quaint little restaurant with small round tables and pillows galore.  You are then served a 6 course authentic Moroccan meal.  I think we ate David's birth year in pounds.  Everything was so delicious.

Marrakesh Bill.

The next day David and I headed out to see the Philadelphia Museum of Fine Arts and the Rodin Museum before David had to start interviews.

Me and a Knight.

David in front of one of the Asian Exhibits.

Me and Rocky.

David and I w/ Rocky.  Note to all other visitors: do not let the guy take your picture that claims he is the "Rocky photographer", he's not doing it to be nice.  He just wants your money.  David knew this, but I was clueless.

This is how David would take Rocky out.

View of Philadelphia from the top of the museum steps.

Rocky's footprints at the top of the steps of the Philadelphia Museum of Fine Arts.

Me attempting my "Rocky" run up the steps of the museum.  Too bad I was humming the wrong music!

David and "The Thinker" at the Rodin Museum. It is only appropriate that David would
get a picture taken here since he might be the ultimate thinker.

35 Weeks

Only 5 weeks to go! 

There are no ordinary people.

This morning while reading a conference talk, I found the following quote by C.S. Lewis that struck me:

“It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the dullest and most uninteresting person you can talk to may one day be a creature which, if you saw it now, you would be strongly tempted to worship. … There are no ordinary people. … Your neighbor is the holiest object presented to your senses” (“The Weight of Glory,” in Screwtape Proposes a Toast and Other Pieces [1974], 109–10).

In the past David shared with me something that a mentor at work had told him...If you give people a chance and wait long enough, people will impress you.  

I think too often we (me) are quick to make judgements or assessments of people before we have taken the time to see them for who they really are.  I loved this quote that gave me perspective on each of the individuals I meet everyday.  There is true greatness among us and divinity within each of us. My hope is that going forward I will see the unordinary all around me.