A daily photo-blog of my life as an American transplanted in the UK.
Sunday, 13 December 2009
Year 2 Day 74: The Last Supper?
Could be. My last 'Sunday' dinner, that is -- before baby. Who knows. What I DO know is that I haven't removed myself from my PJs again for yet another day. I just can't be bothered, really. I figured being clothed at all and upright is an accomplishment in itself considering the larger portion of the day has been spent on my right or left side in bed. In fairness, it's the only way I feel comfortable since I keep fading in and out of consciousness. I'm glad people around me understand though.
Now at 40 weeks and 3 days, I do think things are close. Call it intuition if you will or maybe wishful thinking. I may know a bit more after my visit to the midwife tomorrow.
In the meantime, thanks for the well-wishes and labour-dust. I know it will all be so well-worth the wait when Matt and I meet our little man.
After two and a half years in a long-distance relationship, I packed my life of 29 years into 21 boxes and moved to England to marry and be with my husband, Matt. Now I'm reveling in the youth of my 30s in Great Britain, supply-teaching in primary schools near Birmingham and enjoying newlywed life, being a mommy, and all the surprises they bring!