I know I've made lots of jokes about the baby being just like his Mom... late, but it's starting to not feel very funny. While he's not late yet (we're still a week and a half from his due date), a late arrival not only feels like my luck, but it's starting to feel like it might be a reality.
I never understood when other women would say that they couldn't wait for it to be over, because my pregnancy had been such a breeze. But now I get it... being 38 weeks pregnant is no walk in the park. Besides being large and extremely uncomfortable, and the occasional Braxton Hicks contraction, every day I wake up thinking, "is today the day when we have our baby?!", and every night I go to bed still pregnant. All that hope and uncertainty can really start to mess with a girl's head, especially when she has nothing to keep her occupied other than daytime television and a dog who follows her around like a shadow!
While we haven't started tapping into all the different labor-inducing tricks (eating chili with a little bit of jalapeno doesn't really qualify as "spicy"), I have a feeling that if doing headstands in the snow would bring it on, you'll see me doing gymnastics outside soon! Who knows, maybe the 3-6 inches of snow predicted for this week will be the best labor inducer of all :)
Here is a 38 week photo of a huge pregnant woman and a very, very cute pic of a doggie who is not so sure that he's ready to be a big brother...
Here's to hoping that the next blog entry is the announcement of our bundle of joy. Everyone think with me now, "contractions!!"