Blah, blah, blah, pregnancy, wahhhh, blah, blah.
I think from here until this baby makes an appearance this blog is going to become one whiny, hormonal rant. At least I warned you?
It was the fourth of July and it was hot.
We played with sparklers. Well, the kids and le husband played with sparklers and I sat comfortably in an adirondack chair and took pictures.
Once again, the kiddie pool has been the best $25 we've spent all summer.
Remy cut three molars in the past week.
Pray for us.
Since the beginning of this pregnancy, I've been betting that I'm going to deliver at 39 weeks. Mostly because my previous children have been born at 36, 37, and 38 weeks gestation and I kind of have a nice pattern going.
But I think I may be wrong. The signs of impending labor are showing up. The same way they did before I had Owen (who was born at 36 weeks on the dot).
But Rosie dear needs to stay put for at least another 12 days. Why 12 days? That's when my mom gets here to help us out for a few weeks.
Stay put Rosie!
Only 5 more days to vote!