Thank you, Lord, for allowing us to get to this milestone.
Now get this baby out of me!!!
I jest, I jest. (sorta)
I am feeling pretty good about being 37 weeks. I have noticed a decrease in my energy, but otherwise I feel pretty good. One of my weekly emails informed me that my baby is “now the size of a watermelon.” Duh! Where have they been?
I feel great about the tasks Tim and I have accomplished over the last few days. I swear that man is nesting.
This week will round out household tasks, and I should will be in straight chill mode come Thursday. I swear I am not doing a single thing starting Thursday until Foxy gets here. If I have to get off the couch to do it, it’s just not getting accomplished.
Don’t forget to enter your guess for the Baby Pool. And if you said anything past June 2, I curse you and spit at your feet!