Somehow I totally forgot that we celebrated MoBob's birthday a couple of Fridays ago. We went to Pier 7 Restaurant which was highly recommended by the coop listserv. It was very old school - leather banquette seats, heavy glassware, elderly waiters - and definitely not "heart-healthy." But it was still fun to go out and the seafood was good and reasonably priced, and we imagined that the other diners were members of the local mafia. Plus we were right in the neighborhood - perhaps the next time we go we'll be on foot with Bassou's stroller.
Holy Saturday was absolutely gorgeous and we took a
I'm now doing fetal monitoring and ultrasounds to check the the level of amniotic fluid twice a week. Everything looks fine, but no sign yet of Bassou's eventual arrival. Tomorrow is officially my due date - for what it's worth.