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.
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Hang in there, mama! Believe me, I KNOW how hard those last days are, particularly when the Magical Due Date has come and gone. Try to live each day in the moment. Only a few moments left and your life will be forever changed . . .
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