The apple will fall from the tree when it's ripe...

Or at least those are the words of wisdom from my Aunt and mother regarding when this baby will decide to make her appearance in this world. According to my "due date" I am overdue which means the following, according to Mirriam-Webster:
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over·due 1 a: unpaid when due b: delayed beyond an appointed time 2: too great : 3: more than ready. I would like to go with number 3, please and say that I am more than ready to have this baby! Although it is only 3 days past my due date it seems like forever. I have been looking forward to this day for 9 months and now it has come and gone. It seems to make the suspense of when it is going to happen even more intense and the fear of if I'm going to be able to handle the pain even more great. According to ACOG (American College of Obstetricians and Gynecologists) and my doctor a due date really is a silly thing. They should give women a due range, approximately a two week window of when you might have the baby. So they're saying that this could go on for another week, Lord give me strength! I have another apt. with the doctor on Friday to make sure that Baby girl Bechtel is not in any distress. I'm doubting she is, she has been quite active everyday and I assume she is liking hanging out in the captivity of my belly for a couple more days. She will come when she's ready and God has the master plan and I know that, but it still doesn't make it any easier to wait. Afterall we are really excited to meet her!!!!

Since she didn't decide to make her appearance on my "due date," Saturday, and Wes had the day off we decided to take advantage of the gorgeous weather and do some fun things. The day started off with french pressed coffee, sausage, egg and cheese biscuits and fruit salad. Yummy. Then we decided to do some shopping and buy a few more things for the baby's room. We then headed down to the beach and had an early dinner at Fish House Grill. As we were sitting on the dock eating I realized that only 5 short years ago we had just moved to Wilmington, we had no money, no jobs, and not a care in the world. Wes picked Wilmington off the map and here we were. My first job was at Fish House Grill waiting tables. So crazy to look back and then to be sitting there married and pregnant with our first child. Time flies. After Fish House we headed back to our house to relax a bit. We then headed back down to Wrightsville to get Ritas Italian Ice and walk on the beach. When we got down to the beach there was a band playing on Oceanic's Pier. Free music, wahoo. The band just so happened to be playing Jimmy Buffett. What a great end to a fabulous day with my husband. As we got home that night and I crawled into bed with the windows open and warm breeze blowing in I must say that MYONEWORD for the year came to mind. Satisfied. That I definitely was.