Like this jar of cotton disks.
When I refilled this jar this past Sunday, I thought to myself, "by the time this jar is empty, maybe I will have gone into labor."
At 39 weeks, 6 days, and nine hours, I am literally looking for any signs that just maybe we will meet this baby girl sometime this weekend. And yet, no contractions, and not even a Braxton Hick (that I know of). I totally realize that once labor pains start, I am sure I will be eating my words. But seriously, I'm just really excited and anxious to meet our girl.
As I type this, I am pretty sure she is having a blast doing her version of the Harlem Shake in my belly.
I posted this photo on FB and Instagram on Monday.
I was thinking (hoping) it might be the last land mark photo of this pregnancy. But unless something happens between now and sunrise, I will be up getting dressed for work. So you can bet, I will snap the 40 week photo.
But just in case, my bag is packed.
I have a list by my purse of extra things to throw in the bag/car when the time does come.
Until then, we will wait and see. We will watch Scandal like we usually do on Thursday nights while we cuddle with our sweet Henry.
Thanks for dropping by :)
