Well, we made it. I am 37 weeks pregnant as of today. Any day past this is gravy.
I am very pleased that my body (platelets) have held out this long.
People, I am HUGE.
None of my maternity shirts fit. Shirts that fit at term with Will and Emma will just not go the distance this time. I managed to escape without stretch marks with Will and Emma. My belly looks as if it has been clawed by a wild bear this time 'round.
It is all worth it, of course. But I am relieved to be in the definitive home stretch. I am eager to meet this little guy and get the "two to three" transition underway.
Another week would be ideal, but I am also ready. Car seat is in the car, nursery is set up, my parents are packed and on notice to head up at my call.
Of course, there is also the quite ironic possibility that we will make it til my scheduled c-section date of 10-11-12. I have a feeling Andrew is gonna keep us on our toes from the beginning, so we'll see.