To these two crazy clowns.
My brother and sister. The twins. The terrors.
They're 20 today.
So happy birthday to them! And congrats to my mother on giving birth 20 years ago. I only wish I could keep the tradition alive.
Because it is, after all, my due date.
Yeah, I'm 40 weeks pregnant. There's still a baby in my belly. If you told me a couple of weeks ago that I'd still be pregnant today, I would not have believed it. At least now the countdown is on. I have a doctor's appointment Wednesday. If she hasn't made an appearance by then, they will force her out. Maybe not the day of the appointment, but soon after.
It's been weeks and weeks of swollen feet. Of being crazy tired. Of feeling a whole never level of hunger. Of not laying on my belly. Of not being able to roll over at night without sitting up to do it. Weeks and weeks of waiting.
- On my due date the scale reads 141.6 lbs. Almost 38lbs gained
- I finished the baby's room the day before
- There are 23 hours left to this day and I feel no changes yet
I don't think my baby's going to come on time. What do you think?