No news is good news, right?

After church a couple weekends a go--almost 39 weeks

The grandmas arrived on Friday, October 7th, jet-lagged, but ready to welcome their soon-to-be granddaughter into the world.  Unfortunately for us, our little bundle of joy is taking her sweet time contrary to all our efforts--spicy food, lunges, at least a set of stairs (ten flights or more.)  As I sit here typing, she's swaying from side to side, kicking a foot here and there, but the movement we're wanting isn't coming...I'm only two days overdue, but I don't feel anything like I felt in the weeks preceding Rawly's birth--granted, he was a good two pounds heavier (though at this rate, she might just catch up with him.)  I'm off to the doctor tomorrow, so we'll see what he has to say.  Both grandmas are starting to get anxious (and probably apartment stir crazy as well.)  They're getting the hang of things around here, picking up a few words and phrases, braving the stores, and even reading the Cyrillic alphabet (well kind of!)  Rawly appears to be ready too, at night he makes sure we pray for "bibi", his baby sister and gives her a goodnight hug or kiss!

*Update, we went to the doctor Friday, everything is still good...just waiting and trying to be patient.  Last night our power went out, so I walked the stairs with a flashlight.  Down ten flights, up fifteen.  As I mounted last step, my flashlight went out, so walking back down to floor ten was a bit interesting, but I made it.