Still no Brenden, and we are growing impatient. =) From a job perspective, though, God has worked this out nicely. This week I was scheduled to work Monday night through Friday night. Knowing he could come at any time, I was afraid Jenny would need to go to the hospital while I was at work, possibly forcing me to leave early, or in between shifts, forcing me to call in sick. In seven years of working at SWA, I have NEVER called in sick. I’ve been sick, but it’s always been on days off. I was certainly willing to break the streak, but I preferred not to because it would cost the company a lot of money. I tried trading off my final three shifts with no success. For whatever reason God has, Brenden is still cooking, and I’m about to finish my final shift at 7:00 this morning with no additional shifts to pay back later. Ahead lie 2 weeks off for me to wait with Jenny and then take care of them after he is born.

Jenny is having contractions, but we still can’t tell if they are real or false labor. Time is running out before the doc heads to Vegas, and if he hits it big, he could decide not to come back! Jenny has told Brenden in no uncertain terms that it’s time to come out, but I don’t think he’s getting the message. Maybe he’s a strong-willed child like I was. We’re walking, we’re walking, and we’re walking, but it’s not working. She’s taking red raspberry and primrose oil supplements and drinking red raspberry tea. She got a massage, including work on the ankle trigger points that supposedly can induce labor. We had Taco Bueno for dinner Thursday night. Anyone have any other ideas, other than sex (none of your business) and castor oil (don’t give babies laxatives before they are born)?