Missing Doug

Yep. Doug is missing. Nowhere to be found. Oh wait, that's because he is in a hotel room five miles from the Canadian border. No, what I really meant was that I miss my husband. I hate trips that involve him staying overnight somewhere else. Actually, if he didn't have a hotel room set up for him already, I probably would have gone with him. I love the drive to Grand Portage. It is beautiful and woodsy. I like stopping by Lake Superior on the way. Anyway, the casino hotel does not allow dogs, and our lap warmers can't be left alone forever. So, tonight, they will have the opportunity to occupy Doug's side of the bed, though I suspect that they will mostly curl up against me instead. They miss him, too.

Well, I'm taking my emotional, pregnant self up to bed, because I'm tired, too.
Now I lay me down to sleep...

Road trip, no baby yet

Today, I am leaving on a road trip to Grand Portage. I will be gone from this morning until tomorrow night. Unfortunately, on the way to Grand Portage, the north-eastern-most point in Minnesota (directly north of upper Michigan across Lake Superior), I have to detour to Red Lake, which is about two hours from Fargo, North Dakota. With service time, I figure the drive to Grand Portage will take me around 11 hours. Boy, am I excited. Not really.

Heather had a doctor's appointment yesterday morning. Of course, I went, as I always do if possible. The latest news? Most likely, the baby isn't going to be born early, and it is very unlikely that Heather will be in labor before I return tomorrow night. You know what they say about Murphy's Law? I don't think it applies in this case, since this isn't anything going wrong. Our new baby is something going quite right! As for old Murphy, he can go away. I am still predicting the baby will be born on the 21st, though if anything, I am predicting earlier, not later, than the baby will be born. That is my take on it anyway.

The road is calling. Time to go. Later.