Boring as hell title, isn’t it?
Sorry, I used up all my imagination and hilarity on THIS today, so you’ll have to forgive me.
My fabulous photographer friend, Brigitte, took time out of her very busy week to spend a half-hour shooting some belly shots of me yesterday. I think every pretty photo I have ever taken was due to her talent and mad camera skills.
I’ve never had photos of me taken while pregnant, so I was excited. I had plans to get my hair done (it’s been forever since I’ve been to the salon) and a buy a couple of new shirts but Christopher being home sick from school nixed that. So, I just wore some camis I had on hand and dealt with really bad roots and funky, wavy, air-dried hair with split ends.
She still made me look pretty damn good.
At 37 weeks, I am in the final stretch. The baby is thriving and weighs 6.6 lbs according to today’s ultrasound. The OBGYN told me today that I could deliver a HEALTHY baby boy at any point.
I’m not sure if I’m ready.
Scared to death would be a more accurate description.
THRILLED would be an understatement.
He asked if I wanted to induce labor at some point to make it easier on me. I said NO. My early babies have all had problems. Waiting may not eliminate that but I want him to come when HE dictates if possible.
Even though I am not willing to risk starting my labor, this pregnancy needs to end.
In a GOOD way, please.
Because it is affecting everything and I really, REALLY need to get my body, mind and hormones back in control before I destroy or damage every thing and relationship in my path.
I’m such a downer. Here-have some photos. It will totally cheer you up. You know, if gestating depressive women are your thing. :)