Anywhoo...my due date came and went...For fear of not having "my last pregnant picture" I have been crazy about getting at least one picture each day. So here's what I did this week...
Tuesday: I voted (at 39 wks & 6 days pregnant). After an hour of standing in line- I got escorted to the front. So nice of them to let me pass an enormous crowd of people. I was sure thankful. I then headed to my Dr.'s appt. where I took this:
Then Wednesday rolled around... I did some laundry and had Dylan take my picture (hopeful it would be the last day...) I was wrong and clearly, very tired. Story of my life. :)
Then Thursday arrived. My due date. Dylan was off. We sat around and contemplated life. I wished my water to break. It did not. And I went to bed having some strange pains, but just decided I should rest and try again tomorrow. (So no picture on my actual due date.)
And here we are today: so tired, sun in my eyes, ready to meet our son and anxious to get this show on the road.
In other news I feel the need to say: I am SO thankful for such a healthy/relatively easy pregnancy and I would do it again a million times over to meet our son, but I need to keep it real: I legit miss my wedding ring, my ankles and shaving my legs without it feeling like I just had a hard work out. ;)
Here's hoping I have him sooner rather than later. It's seriously exhausting keeping my hair clean every day just in case I might need to head to the hospital.