Hrmph.

It looked a little like a certain someone was interested in making an appearance yesterday...or at the very least, starting on his journey.

But I think he must have changed his mind.

Not entirely unexpected.  This is how it all went down with mini-pear, except now I know not to get so excited I can't fall asleep and end up exhausted before we even get started properly.

My method for falling asleep?  Chamomile tea and podcasts which discuss anything to do with the Republican Conventio...zzzzzzz...zzzzz...zzzz...zzzzzzz...zzzzzz...

Why don't they just call it a day already?

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Otherwise I am sort of enjoying not taking it easy anymore.  After all, taking it easy was all about not going into labor.  We're full term, I'm getting impatient and the rest of the Pears are making noises about me "hogging the baby", so, I'm no longer taking it easy, although this big belly thwarts my efforts more often than not.  Primarily the difficulty is transitioning from sitting to standing up.  I'm also keeping things pretty local, but there's a lot to do within the our house/Mr. Pear's office/the hospital triangle.  Most evenings, we've sprung Mr. Pear from the office to go splash about in the waves.  All the tourists have gone home, the water is still warm and the beach is empty;)