40 Weeks & Counting??
I am officially due today. Meaning, “the situation” should’ve moved out by now. Last week I remember feeling sad that the pregnancy was coming to an end because I honestly enjoyed being pregnant. The kindness of strangers, Kim getting up to get me water or anything else I need from the kitchen.Once “the situation” is out, all that will cease. I was sad, but now I swear I’m cool with it. To my sweet infant tenant: You can come out now. Don’t stay in to do me any favors, seriously I’ll make out just fine.
The doctors were successful in turning her around last week Tuesday, I tumbled it here.
The contractions are getting stronger and I swear even though I had two before this, I feel like a complete novice. I wanted the whole birthing experience this time around. I wanted my water to break, I wanted to wake up in the middle of the night like they do in the movies and say to a snoring, well-sleeping husband, “honey, I think it’s time.” At this point, I just want to hold her so I’ll take whatever I can get.
If she’s not here on her own by Thanksgiving night, they want me to come in then to prep my stubborn cervix and induce me on Friday. At least I won’t miss the big feast. 
I’m no stranger to this you know; Kennedy was late and full of drama for her entrance too. She also had to be turned while in the womb-what is it with these girls? If this is any indication as to what lies ahead, I need a heavy belt.
So I’m here, grabbing something to hold on to every 45 minutes or so when I have a contraction. Waiting patiently on my “situation” to arrive. Toodles.
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