39 weeks

That's me and Baby--39 weeks (and a day) along.  I'm feeling great, though.  Surprisingly, no backache, no heartburn, no swollen ankles... I never even had morning sickness.  But for all my mom friends who are narrowing your eyes with envy, may I console you by telling you that I DID have (and still have remnants of) a HORRENDOUS rash, not once but twice in my pregnancy.  The second time was so horrific that my doctor called in two other physicians to look at me.  Apparently, I had an infection stemming from my navel that manifested itself in a nasty rash all over my belly that spread to my back, arms, legs, and a little on my face.  See, I've had my own pregnancy woes.

But I'm almost there!  No signs of contractions yet (or at least I'm not feeling them), but his head is really low, and I feel his arrival is imminent. 

I'm trying to convince Baby to wait just a little bit longer, though.  I still have Amsterdam and London to finish in my Europe album, I wanted to clean our home from top to bottom, and I have many odds and ends errands to run... Please, Baby, Mamma just needs a little more time.

A friend whose due date was just a day before mine had her baby last night!  (Congrats, Steph and Tony!)  Yup... he's coming, whether I'm ready or not.  I suppose I had better get used to living by a schedule that isn't entirely mine anymore, anyway...