This is what my belly looks like at 37 weeks. Big, eh?
I’ve had a change in heart regarding this little chap in my uterus. I wanted him to come early. Right away, if possible. Now that I’ve had a few days off, I remember what a joy summering can be. I am a professional summerer. My first day off I slipped right into summer mode like a kid jumping on a bike. I am happy and relaxed. I could use a few more weeks of this. Now, I don’t want Trucker to come late. I want to birth in the birthing center at my hospital, which means he needs to come before 41 weeks. So, I hope he does. But as for me hoping he comes a little early… nah! I’m having a blast with him close and wiggling and letting me sleep at night. I have a book to write and movies to see and beaches on which to bury my belly in the sand and snooze on my belly like a normal person and books to read and nights to sleep through (besides having to wake up to lift my belly with my hands so I can roll over.) I like being pregnant and I know this is pretty much my last chance to be so. So why rush?