She's sick of Red Raspberry Leaf Tea

It's my 300th post! Can y'all believe I've been rambling on for THREE HUNDRED posts?

I feel like I should do something momentous with this post. 300 things you don't know about me? Nah... I'm not that interesting.

Yesterday I got to spend a tiny bit of time with my best friend and soon-to-be mom of the baby I have been anxiously awaiting since before I had even written my 100th post. Her due date is the 11th so she's firmly into that state where she'll pretty much do anything in the universe to GET THAT KID OUT OF HER.

I have my cell phone with me at ALL times expecting the call at any time of the day that will have me rushing to the hospital which is a good 40 minutes away from my house. Yesterday when she called to let me know she'd be in the area I about lost my head because my cell phone went all fubar and wouldn't let me answer. After I yelled and screamed at the phone I finally got it to dial her (after it accidentally dialed two other people first) only to find out that she was not in labor.

I don't think she quite understands the magnitude of her actions when she calls at this point.

So she and I perused the baby section of Target for a bit while I assured her that special no-scratch mittens really weren't necessary and that little socks worked just as well. We then expressed our discontent that they only carried pink stuffed giraffes and no blue ones.

I'm betting she has the baby today. It's just a feeling I got yesterday. I'm probably totally wrong... but I can hope.