Any Takers?

Anyone want to buy a condo in Evanston? It's been on the market since March with nary a nibble, which is fairly depressing. At this point, it looks like the new baby will be sharing our room until next Spring. I hope I make it that long since it's not a fully enclosed room. Sigh.

In other news, I found out today that I am, indeed, having another c-section, which brings my delivery date up to September 21. I won't complain about that since I'd rather be 39 weeks pregnant than 41 weeks pregnant at delivery. My last Harvest Crusade event of the year is September 10, so I might just make it!

Here's hoping.

Calling Mexico

Gavin is obsessed with calling Mexico. Or should I say, pretending to call Mexico. I walked in to my room yesterday and caught him dialing numbers into the phone. When I asked him what he was doing he said, "I was trying to call Mexico, Mommy, but it went straight to voicemail."

Waaa...waaaa...

Bad Blood

I guess Gavin listens to our conversations more closely than I thought. While I was in Atlanta last week, Joe sent me an e-mail describing a conversation he had with Gavin--obviously absorbing all of our discussions about my gestational diabetes and all of the "testing" that mommy does with her blood.

Gavin drinking apple juice at Homer's:

Gavin: "This is not a good drink for me."

Daddy: "Why not?"

Gavin: "Because it makes my blood go high. It went up to 100. I can't swim with my blood that high. This morning my blood was good."

Daddy: "Oh, what was your blood this morning?"

Gavin: "It was really good. It was at 10."

Daddy: "Wow!"