My mom is going away for a week. What week you ask? Why, the first week of May of course! (a.k.a. Week 37-38). Yes, I know, brilliant plan, isn't it? Is she not just daring my water to break while she's gone? She'll only be a 2-1/2 hour drive away, but still. Needless to say, I will NOT be eating eggplant parm that week.

Thankfully, Ben's godmother, who is on official baby watch and ready to come swoop in to get Ben, is not leaving the zipcode, nor are my inlaws. And Tom has managed to avert a business trip tossed at him othis past week. (seriously, he almost had to go to Bermuda... it was between him, with the wife who is about to pop and his boss, who would have had to miss his son's college graduation for the trip... in the end, thankfully, the client just told them they didn't need to be there)

Yes, if you'd like to badger/taunt/say "what the heck are you doing?!?!?" to my mom, please feel free. She reads. ;)