Today marks exactly one month until my due date! The doctor says all my numbers look great and that baby could come as soon as he wants now! I am so excited I can't even stand it. I can't wait to meet this little babe. And also... I can't wait to NOT be pregnant. Don't get me wrong. I know pregnancy is such a blessing, and I am so grateful that I have had the chance to carry our child.... but I've been doing it for 8 months now. Time for a break. As I get bigger and more uncomfortable each day, I become more and more willing to take on the pains of labor and delivery. Whenever I get a little nervous... I think about some of these things and it reminds me it will be worth it for my body to be back to 'normal' again. Plus I'll get a son. Bonus.
(Definitely peed my pants a little while walking in the grocery store yesterday...)
I've thought about making a shirt like this.
I hate getting dressed and hate cute dressed girls.
Very true. Except Karl doesn't fold his arms... he brings me another Star Crunch.
I wish I was a goddess of pregnancy like these ladies. Except I'm pretty sure you aren't supposed to be riding horseback when you are pregnant...
And if you are going to relax in the tropics... Why would you pick to lay on a branch? Find me a hammock or something.
I think this woman has the right idea. I love watermelon. And if anyone tries to take it from me... well... that's what the gun is for I'm assuming.
Now who knows any tricks for how to go into labor!