I’m officially one day overdue. My mantra over the last 36 hours:
Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out!
Lil Man has been practicing all week (in fact, is practicing right now), but seems in no grand hurry to bless us with his presence. Thing is, he’s gonna be a big boy and the longer he cooks, the bigger he’ll get. This is new territory for me; his sister came right on time. This one, however…
I have an appointment later today that I was really looking forward to not going to. I was looking forward to cuddling with my lil guy and marveling at who he resembles more. I’m thinking we should call him Gandalf. Don’t see why not, our friends call him Mulligan.
I’m uncomfortable. I’m tired. I miss sleeping on my stomach. I’m sick of having Hobbit feet (speaking of Gandalf); my right foot is swollen more than my left and all that’s missing is hair. I’m overly hormonal and can’t wait for this all to be over so I can enjoy my family.
Things we do for our kids.
Now, GET OUT!