My feet and I aren't so well acquainted these days. I have trouble reaching them...in fact, I have trouble even seeing them. Only five days until the due date of #3. At first I didn't think I'd make it to the seventh, but now I'm starting to think that he could be in for a longer haul than I anticipated. There could be a potential induction in my future. As long as I can dodge the C-section bullet for the third time, I'll be a happy camper. Now we're just waiting, waiting, waiting...