It's probably the slice of chocolate pie I ate for dessert.
Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!
Three days until my due date, and still no baby.
He's dropped, I'm huge, no contractions, but plenty of intermittent pressure.
We have enough stuff to get us going, though it's not as much as I'd like to have.
My mother-in-law is here to
The diaper bag is packed. My stuff is ready, though not packed.
My parents and father-in-law are ready, but not packed.
My mother-in-law was packed for over a week. She's definitely ready.
I keep remembering Sleeping Beauty's birth. As much as I'm looking forward to seeing this new little one (and not being pregnant anymore), I'm not looking forward to the hospital stay.
Although, the hospital food here isn't bad. And I don't have to cook it.
I'm not looking forward to the first few days of nursing. Or the first few nights of nursing, either.
Cinderella needs to work on her attitude. Sleeping Beauty is teething again.
But, it's almost 12 o'clock, and all is well.
It really, truly is.
And I am blessed.