If you’ve been following for a little while, you remember our shark escapades.

If you haven’t, let me break it down.  We decided we aren’t ready for kiddos…but we are totally ready to grow a baby shark in our basement.

For the last two weeks now we have told everyone that any day now there will be a baby shark in our lives.  Seriously, any. day. now.

Well, we are still waiting.

I am not saying I know what you mama’s go through when you are eating spicy Mexican and jogging up hills on your due date, but the anticipation is killing me.

I did a little digging back to the first post I wrote about this particular shark egg.
We have no idea how old our little bundle of joy was when we brought it home, but we know that we have encouraged a hatching for nine weeks now.

Check out how teeny this little bit was…

Let’s hope that the cramped quarters persuade Junior to make an appearance very soon.  Till then I will just document his every non-movement. Let’s all say a chant….a chant of encouragement.