Really though, things aren't that bad, and I hardly have anything to complain about. We had an ultrasound last week, and baby girl looks like she's doing great. She was already measuring at 8lbs more than a week ago, which means I'm bracing myself for a 10 or 11 pound baby (huge babies run on both sides of the family). Bring it on, I say! At this point, we're just so excited for her to get here. And you should have seen her chubby cheeks! I about died.
Sam and I are trying to think of little things to do together, mini dates to go on as we wait. I go on three or four-mile walks each morning, and I've been able to fit in lunch dates and crafting time like I never have before. It's been great, and I'm sure I'll look back wistfully on these days of free time and reading and naps.
But at the same time.... if you want to tell me how to induce labor, or maybe leave a little offering to the gods of labor and delivery for me, I won't complain. We're ready! Come on out, baby girl!
P.S. It was really windy when we took these pictures, so excuse my crazy hair and weird faces.