Will they or won't they?

I heard a rumor that my dorky sister, Deb, and my bother-in-law, Tom, might be coming to visit this weekend (yes, I did spell it that way intentionally). I hope that they do visit now, since the baby is due to be born on Monday the 24th. Since when do babies follow a schedule? The baby isn't going to be born this weekend. My schedule will not allow it! Note: I said that extra loud so the baby can hear.

Deb and Tom's kid, Matthew, wasn't feeling well last night so we may or may not have visitors. Our house isn't quite the disaster it usually is, so they are welcome to visit. Saturday is the big fishing derby on Gull Lake. Last year, there were over 14,000 people ice fishing on one bay and this year is rumored to be bigger, so we cannot pawn them off on some hotel for the weekend if they do visit. Just my luck, having to put up with my little sister for a whole weekend.

The winter weather advisory is now a heavy snow warning. Whoohoo! The prediction is for 6-10 inches of snow. If that keeps Tom from driving up, he is a disappointing version of a die-hard Minnesotan. Hey, we like snow around here. Sue me.

Dr. Leland told us on Monday that when the barometric pressure drops, lots and lots of babies are born. I woke up at my normal time this morning, Heather was already awake, (something that never happens). She was in the baby's room, and, get this... her activities were the epitome of that pre-labor symptom called nesting. Hey, I read all the books. The baby is coming soon! Batten down the hatches, boil the water, and, oh... the baby isn't going to be born this weekend. My schedule will not allow it!