Any Second Now!

Today is my due date and my daughter is not giving us any indication at all that she is looking to bust out...

I had a dream that Sean and I lived way out in the middle of nowhere and it was a blizzard outside. Sean was not there and we had already had the baby. Some guy in an old 1970's land mass of a car showed up, wearing a greasy, torn and faded Superman t-shirt, and kidnapped my child! I was running down the road in the driving snow, wearing my slippers and my "Keep on Lickin'" nightgown with the owl from the Tootsie Pop ads, crying and chasing after the car. All of a sudden, the car stops, the guy opens the door, leaves a silver bundle on the side of the road and speeds off. I finally run up to it and it's Isla, wrapped in aluminum foil and shivering like crazy. I scoop her up in my arms and start running back toward our house on the never-ending road, holding her as tightly as I possibly can. I look down at her and she is calmly looking at me with the biggest, most beautiful eyes that almost look like liquid pools of chocolate.

I am now convinced that her eyes are going to be brown.