Today I went to the Mother-Daughter Banquet at my grandma's church. My grandmother has been part of the Rosary society for longer than I've been around and her church still functions like a church from the 1950's with lots of clubs and organizations that sponsor church events. When we were little, the Mother-Daughter banquet was a huge deal that used to be at a restaurant like the Apple Grove. I remember getting dressed up and wearing white patent leather shoes for some reason -- and I always loved going to the banquet. Over the years, the banquet was moved to the church basement and became the Mother-Daughter brunch. This year it was actually a lunch buffet and I guess they have now changed the name to the "Ladies Lunch." It's always cute because there is one man who works in the kitchen every year, and then the rest is catered.
I saw a few of my grandmother's friends who I haven't seen since the shower and their collective opinion is that I look like I'm getting close. And my aunt Luann is maintaining that I probably only have a couple of weeks left too. My new hope is that Madeleine is a gemini -- so if she can just make it until May 20th I will be happy. I am however debating packing my hospital bag -- is that just tempting fate? Overall, I'm feeling a little more calm, just because I'm within sight of being 37 weeks or full term, and because the crib is actually here, even if not built yet. Plus I'm extremely uncomfortable -- so pain really seems like a good out.