Well for 9 months ( 40 weeks) I have been taking about, dreaming about and waiting for May 10th.
And here we are one hour and ten minutes away from it being over and our little one has decided not to choose this day as his birthday.
It's really ok with us.
We are enjoying the quiet and savoring our last moments being able to just jump in the car and head out for ice cream without a care in the world.
Although we are ready to hold and snuggle our baby, I know that he will come at just the perfect moment, so I will continue to waddle and be jabbed in the ribs until he is good and ready.
But seriously E, you have 2 weeks, then I am evicting you.
Love, your big fat mama.
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