For those of you who are new to my blog (as in you started reading anytime in the last 22 months) you probably aren't aware of how the birth of Lucas went down.
First, go here to read his eviction notice.
And if you want to read his announcement.
Yes, that's right. Lucas was born just 9 hours after I signed his letter of eviction. As I read over it just now I realized that while sending a similar letter to this little girl might feel good, it just wouldn't work the same way. And so I won't. She's staying put. In for the long haul.
I'm 39 weeks today and I feel fine. Darnit. Yes, it's becoming increasingly difficult to sleep, but otherwise, I'm good. No swelling, no sciatica, really very few complaints. Well, except that NONE of my clothes fit. I'm down to two pair of yoga pants... shirts are just a joke. But honestly, the biggest reason I feel I can't complain is that my good friend Tisha is still holding in there at 41 weeks plus. Everyone say a prayer that little Paisley will have mercy and come soon... especially because I don't feel like I'd be a good friend if I had my baby before her and well, I kinda wanna have my baby. And ya know, sooner... rather than later.
And yet, here I wait.