Yes, I’m 39 weeks and a day today and still pregnant… and totally OK with it. I’m not trying to rush the little guy out. He’ll come when he’s good and ready. I’m guessing it will be around the full moon this Saturday. Saturday is also Donny’s birthday, but I won’t be upset if he still decides to hang out in there. As people try to make small talk when they see me, the questions or statments always center along the lines of, "you’re still here" or "are you ready?".
Yes, I’m still here. And are we ever ready for being new parents?
Actually. I have the rest of my life to be a mom – why do I need to rush into it?
The small talk only somewhat bothers me. I haven’t gotten cranky yet, but answering the same questions might adjust that scale a little. It’s not like they made that weird small talk before I was over 9.5+ months pregnant. "Gee, you don’t look AS pregnant today."
In honor of the comments I’ve been getting randomly at Target, Meijer, and after a several work meetings, Donny took this photo yesterday at the 39 week mark. The most often heard of comment is "SHE ‘BOUT TO POP!" Yes, yes I am!
By the way, blowing bubbles with bubble gum is like riding a bike too.
I’ve had a pretty good pregnancy so far. This kid must love me. I’m still walking around in heels, but the shirts that I did not buy from maternity shops are getting short. No one needs to see the underbelly. That might be the only reason I’d rush him out of there. Maybe by the next post, he will be out and able to greet you.