Good news! I've made it to 39 weeks. I am huge and am pretty sure my baby is huge. She sure is cute though, even if she is obviously running out of room. She is showing no signs of wanting to leave her comfy abode, so I know now it's just a game of patience. I'm no good at patience, something my doctor learned when he was giving me a pelvic exam and commented that he could touch her head. I then said, "well, if you can touch her head what is keeping you from putting the rest of your hand up there and just getting her out??" He was a little taken aback and told me that's really not how that works.
More good news: we're on Spring Break!!! It's so nice to be able to spend the next week with Matt. Today is a marathon cleaning day and we'll also be outside pulling weeds. Our backyard has become overgrown and since I do want the baby out so bad I figured I'd get off my lily-pad and get dirty and sweaty. Anything to induce labor. I will NOT be drinking castor oil though; gross.
Here is me and my baby at 39 weeks. If you hear from me next Sunday, the picture I post may not have a sweet smile on it. I was able to muster one for this picture though.
Yep, don't stick me with a needle, I will pop. :)