Nope, not today

At least, not yet.
I can tell you that she's starting to drop, although not enough that she's out of my ribcage. Which is very, very bruised.
I promised Ernie I wouldn't go into labor this week, anyway, because we've been *gasp* without health insurance because he's in between jobs.
Next week, though, all bets are off.
And since I've been experiencing some...erm...pressure...down there, I know things are starting to get ready.
Or, I might just waddle even more for the next few weeks.

For the record, yes, I've still got sausage feet. And sausage ankles. And sausage fingers.
Mmm....sausage.