Do airplanes really have auto-pilot? If so, I think I find that frightening...

Yesterday (Saturday) Alison's pregnancy reached the technical full-term. Your due date is 40 weeks of slow-cooking, but 37 weeks they're considered full-term, meaning if the new baby was born today, she wouldn't be a preemie. Holy cow.

Alison is in full-on "nesting mode" at this point. Cason and Will's tour with Mat Kearney played in town last night and I went to the show. It was a late one, they went on at 11, and I got home at 1. Alison was sitting up in bed writing to-do lists. Very cute.

With being in the studio and trying to keep writing new Caedmon's songs, all the while getting a nursery ready and hanging out with Ella, who is getting up earlier and earlier, I feel like I've pretty much gone on auto-pilot. Getting from one end of the day to the other awake is becoming its own little victory. It's a fun time, for sure, we're just really tired.

I'm excited for the holidays like never before, though. We're staying in Nashville for both Thanksgiving and Christmas, and this will be our first time here for either. Not being in a position to travel will be kind of cool. Just about everybody we know in Nashville is from some other place, so it will feel deserted over the holidays to us, I'm guessing. Having been so busy I think I'll enjoy the (relative) quiet.

Well, I've got to get lunch ready for a cute little girl, so I'm out. Hope you guys are having a great weekend...