Oh Lordy, No Noah At 40.

Today marks our "guess date" and apparent "guess" date it is because there's no sign of our little Noah Finn--despite the fact that Dean has rehearsed the exit strategy with Noah numerous times over the last 9 months. I guess this won't be the first time he doesn't listen to what we say! I still feel great with no symptoms of imminent labor or any pregnancy complaints at all, for that matter. I am beginning to wish for some signal, any signal, that my body is preparing for the feat that lay ahead?!

In the meantime, Dean, who has not had a beard during the 8 years that we have been together (because he has bald patches on his cheeks where hair just won't grow), decided several days ago to not shave again until Noah Finn comes--"like they do in the playoffs" he said. He looks very cute and furry--which is appropriate given this "cold" spell of rain and winter weather that Los Angeles is experiencing this week (okay, it's only down in the middle to upper 50's, but that's COLD for L.A.--I can see my breath!)!

My Grandma Elsie, who called this morning at 8:00 a.m., proposed that he'll be a Christmas Eve baby . . . and many others say he'll be "late" because he's a first baby. My best friend, Jessica, claims it's only natural that he make a tardy entrance because being fashionably late is just the "Surette way" (at least the Joni Surette way!). So, we'll see. As long as he doesn't go past 42 weeks when we'll have to take medical measures to remove him from his snugly home.

We have a Drs. appointment today and will post if we learn anything new and exciting. Otherwise, Dean with his holey beard and I with my rounded belly are hunkering down to wait and anticipate . . . and will post again soon with an update, if there is one.