No baby yet! And Finley's Last Weekend.

I turned in my last (huge) exam Friday afternoon with a major sigh of relief. I hadn't realized exactly how much I had been sweating my deadlines, trying to get everything knocked out so there was no "will I graduate?" uncertainty on the way to the delivery room.

Seth had, and he brought home flowers and picked up my favorite (Nepalese) takeout to mark the occasion. Swimming in his own sea of down-to-the-wire school requirements, he hadn't let my frantic race to the finish go unnoticed, and I was grateful. We celebrated with a trip to the park, and I got a whole 1/4 glass of wine down before heartburn kicked in. Oh, the glamour.

It's starting to feel like time.

Finley, feeling no such pressure (or discomfort), unsuspectingly reveled in (what we assume was) her last weekend as an only child.

She got a trip to our new favorite toy store on a rainy Saturday morning, and ate my nutella crepes at brunch,

found an abandoned hot wheels at the park,

got a frozen yogurt date with Mom while Dad was at the library,

and terrorized Whole Foods. (The bakery case is obviously a huge hit.)

Sunday Seth pulled Dad duty while I got a (long overdue and much-appreciated) pedicure, and we enjoyed a finally-beautiful afternoon setting up Finley's new swingset.

Which she loves. Obviously.

And now we feel allmoossstttt ready, now that I've had a little bit of time to knock out the last big grocery shop, prep a couple meals, give the house a quick once-over (for no reason, of course women feel like we need to scrub the damned carpets before we can have a baby), and make these. (Not looking forward to that part.) No baby signs yet, even though the dates Sara and maybe Missy guessed have already come and gone...! I'm betting by this weekend.

A couple photos of the week, in the meantime. A not-at-all deprived Finley playing hoops on her new basket (in mismatched PJs and snowboots, don't even ask), which her Dad may actually enjoy- and play with- more than she does:

One of my favorite Finley expressions, which she uses when she's begging for something (usually successfully):

And this one, from one of our park dates last week. Already bossing the big kids around. Heaven help us.