I don’t even feel like my weight at 36 1/2 weeks pregnant is even important, but there it is. I didn’t even weigh in last week. I’m packing on the pounds in the last couple of weeks, I suppose.
Here’s the bump, as of today-
Yes, same dress as Matt so kindly modeled
And a coat that won’t even come close to buttoning. It barely did right after Christmas
The Dr said something scary as we left today-
“See ya next Wednesday unless you go into labor before then!”
Yikes!
Part of me is ready. Part of me is terrified. I feel like a walking ticking time bomb. I’ll be sure to tweet and/or blog when I finally go BOOM.
My usual hate of Valentine’s Day dissipated this year. How could I possibly hate it when I got things like this that brought immediate tears to my eyes?
And Prince Dimple made one of the recipes I’ve been drooling over on Pinterest- Buffalo Chicken Mac and Cheese.
Not even pretending I know the Weight Watchers points on it, but I highly recommend it.
We haven’t packed a hospital bag yet. I feel like that will jinx me and I’ll go into labor the next day. Someone tell me I’m not crazy.
Anyone?
My scheduled C-Section is in a couple of weeks. But I could go any ol’ time.
Place your bets, people.
Date and Weight.
