It all happened so quickly, from my OB appointment that morning to delivering my 7 lb 4 oz, 19 inch-long baby boy at 5:48 p.m.
How in the world could I have been that far along and not realized it?
I’m not one of those mamas who will look put together during labor or during her stay in the hospital.
Oh dear husband, you are very welcome that I’m not the type to get crazy hormonal and cry at a pin drop or get upset and dramatic about little things.
Oh little Beau. I can’t wait to meet you and see what your little personality is like.
I overdid it a bit on move day–looking back, the 50 or so trips up and down stairs carrying loads of stuff probably wasn’t wise.
I’ve indulged in seafood this week: shrimp, grouper and crab cakes. Life has been good and little Beau has been pleased.
If I could make a request of little Beau, an appearance around 38.5 to 39.5 weeks would be just fine by me.
Third trimester! Home stretch–though 12 weeks seems like so far to go.
I was ‘that mom’ who pushed a stroller with a flailing, crying toddler one mile back to the car while sweetly smiling at passersby as if nothing in the world was wrong while inwardly cringing.