THREE MORE DAYS!

I know, I know, my due date is just an ESTIMATE. I know. My first daughter was born on her due date, though. According to all the stats I read, only 5% of babies are born on their estimated due date. I still keep having this nagging thought that it would be SO COOL if I had both of my children on their due dates. It would just be one of those cool odd stories to have. And I'm still pregnant, so there is still a chance!

This baby isn't showing much sign of impending arrival. I am having minor lower abdominal cramping that is completely sporadic and some back aches but not much else.

I am bouncing on the yoga ball, taking baths to relieve back pain or general discomfort due to hugeness. I mean seriously, I've been told I don't even look close to "due" but I've only gained 8 pounds thus far (gained 11, then lost 3) so I know my body has changed dramatically because I don't have a tiny baby in here. Per ultrasound (which isn't 100% accurate, but it's close) baby girl was already roughly 5 pounds, 11 ounces in mid-May. That's already a good-sized little baby!

We can hardly wait to meet our new little girl. I can't wait to see if she looks more like me or my other half or a perfect blend of both. I can't wait to know if she has gobs of hair or hear her little voice. We have so little to go on with the other half because he was born at 27 weeks gestation, at just over 1 pound. He was a micro preemie and he was a twin. Unfortunately he had a twin who didn't make it, but he grew up to be healthy and strong. I recently got a photo of him from his mom at 7 months old. He was 7 pounds! I asked for a photo where he was about the size of a full-term newborn... that is so astounding how a baby that tiny could survive. He truly is lucky.

So now we just wait. We wait for a sign of labor, a set of contractions that stay steady and then grow closer, that increase in pain or for my water to break. We sit back and listen to me moan and groan about how hard it is to maneuver my new body, how in the past 2 weeks my clothes have ceased to fit properly even though I have LOST weight. How low the baby sits and how it is uncomfortable to sit now. I'm sure Joe is sick of hearing it but hey, it is what it is. And trust me, I'm not complaining for nothing. It will all be over soon and we'll have a new baby girl to show for it!

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