Here we are again. 40 weeks. I had really hoped that this one would be like Noel and come a few days early, but no dice.
So here I am with swollen hands, swollen ankles, and +50 pounds. Yes, I gained another 3 pounds last week, some of which is probably water weight and some may have been my clothes (it was a good bit colder at my appointment this past week than it was the week before), but still…I'm not relishing this huge weight gain.
40 weeks and a day or two. Easter Sunday, 2014.
The only good news about this baby being late is that I had time to a) get my hair cut for the first time in 14 months, and b) get a pedicure for the first time in five years [side note: the man pulled out something that looked like a bottle opener but must have actually been a heavy duty shredder/razor to use on my calluses. Embarrassing.]. And now chances are very great that all of our girls with have birth dates with a "2" in them…Noel was born on the 12th, Lane on the 22nd, and now this one will probably have a "2" as well. I'm picking at straws here, people. Don't laugh at me.
So that's life at 40 weeks. I'm done. I ate 2/3 of a pineapple yesterday and may go walk a couple of miles later today in effort to move this baby along. No such luck so far. Today would be a good day for her to be born…it was my great-grandmother's birthday…just sayin'…
So here I am with swollen hands, swollen ankles, and +50 pounds. Yes, I gained another 3 pounds last week, some of which is probably water weight and some may have been my clothes (it was a good bit colder at my appointment this past week than it was the week before), but still…I'm not relishing this huge weight gain.
40 weeks and a day or two. Easter Sunday, 2014.
The only good news about this baby being late is that I had time to a) get my hair cut for the first time in 14 months, and b) get a pedicure for the first time in five years [side note: the man pulled out something that looked like a bottle opener but must have actually been a heavy duty shredder/razor to use on my calluses. Embarrassing.]. And now chances are very great that all of our girls with have birth dates with a "2" in them…Noel was born on the 12th, Lane on the 22nd, and now this one will probably have a "2" as well. I'm picking at straws here, people. Don't laugh at me.
So that's life at 40 weeks. I'm done. I ate 2/3 of a pineapple yesterday and may go walk a couple of miles later today in effort to move this baby along. No such luck so far. Today would be a good day for her to be born…it was my great-grandmother's birthday…just sayin'…
I love this photo, Michelle. You have a beautiful family. Have you picked a name already?
ReplyDeleteGood luck! I would imagine going over your due date would be so miserable.
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