No baby, no signs of baby coming.

UPDATE: I’m being interviewed as a kids’ online safety expert tomorrow, by a company that does educational television programming on kids’ issues — unless I go into labor before 10 am tomorrow. How’s that for some reverse psychology?

But I did sleep like a rock last night. I had a hot bath and was so relaxed that I only woke up twice. And one of those times, it was because Jill scared the crap out of me by poking me in the nose. (It wasn’t on purpose.)

So I’m taking my MUL out to a nice lunch at the Art Museum, then going to work, and then going to Macy’s to see if I can live out my sister’s fantasy of going into extremely dramatic labor in Macy’s.