Or, you know...three weeks, if this kid follows the path set by her big sister. I mean, not that I'm putting any expectations out there for this, or anything, but I may or may not be planning to take up jogging and deep-knee lunges right at 37 weeks.
(Honestly, I've been lucky. This pregnancy has been a breeze, compared to what I know other people have had to endure. The odd round of indigestion and the constant punches that are being thrown from the inside aside, I've had things easy. But that doesn't mean I'm not looking forward to the day when I can bend over without grunting or get up from bed without rocking myself back and forth for momentum a few times before I can finally make it. That's going to be a bigger day for me than Christmas, my friends, and as much as I love Christmas...well, that's saying a lot.)
I was grateful that prematurity has never been one of my problems, but I will say that I looked forward to the day when I could eat again. (And it was everything I was hoping!)
ReplyDeleteYou are so cute! I had a normal pregnancy, as well, but the end is always so long and a bit miserable.
ReplyDeleteI was definitely thankful that rolling over in bed didn't require a 5-point turn. I could parallel park easier than I could get in and out of bed at the end! :)
ReplyDeleteI wish I could rub your belly. It's so cute and perfect, and yes, I realize I probably just creeped you out. :)
You are looking fabulous!! I cannot wait to hear all about "Caitlin"!
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