40w2d. No baby yet. Which is good, because every day that goes by increases the chances of the midwife making it to our birth. But is also bad because NO BABY YET. Gah. Guess we'll see what happens this weekend...I'm getting anxious to meet this little guy.
And to stop retaining water. Because, seriously. I'd like to at least be able to wear my rings...my hands feel totally nekkid, yo.