Three days until my official due date and I’m at eleven and a third squares. Guess I’m not going to make it to 13. That’s okay; I feel plenty big even though the measurement may not express it.
I feel this week like baby is trying to find a new way out. As time goes by, my tummy gets tenderer and tenderer. Almost like Maggiver has had a little spoon in there and has been tunneling steadily towards the pin-prick of light shining through my navel. Kind of like Alien, except hopefully less violent. If the creature would just say, “Alright, I’m ready,” we could get on with the show in the normal way. Either this little person is an extremely creative think-outside-the-box kind of being, or she or he is not too bright.
Send your thoughts out into the universe for us that this will be the last TP Tuesday!
Magrilless 
you look beautiful! This is the date I chose for the grand appearance, I may have missed it.I am goind to make a pecan pie for our Thanksgiving dinner here. Scott, Susan, Charlotte and mama and papa. Maybe I can get someone to send you a picture. Love you, Margie and Bill
its Thursday evening, Thanksgining Dad and yes this is certainty considered cheating because Baby Maggie has found the correct was out …..buuuuut I think she's a think's out side the box kind of girl(:-) and was wanting to get on with things. now orientation is everything and that little, bitty navel was not quite the right direction ti head in so I'm glad that bit of geography was straightened out. so to speak
welcome Baby Maggie Iona Collins to the world.
we love you, Grandma Sue and Grandpa Scott