When I found out my due date was Easter Sunday I expected to have an adorable little newborn for the holiday. Maybe a one-week-old? Two weeker? I was going to put her in the dress Margaret wore to her church dedication at three weeks old (size newborn) and line the kids up for a picture of our three (!) children all dressed up.
Little girl apparently heard this plan and thought no thanks. I don’t know why she didn’t want to join these absolutely adorable children, but I guess she can hear how crazy they are and is a little intimidated.
I continue to feel great, if a little mystified to be still pregnant. I’m not even that uncomfortable, thankfully. The warmer weather is making me start to swell up, so I think most of the credit for the fact I’m still looking normal and wearing my wedding rings goes to the abnormally cold spring. Both my rings and my shoes are getting uncomfortably tight in the heat. (Heat being defined as 70 degrees. Margaret is toting ice water everywhere she goes and is apparently about to spontaneously combust.)
All in all, although I’m tired of being in a holding pattern, I’m not desperate to get out of this as fast as possible. Not that I’d be disappointed to go into labor tonight. So…we wait.
Subtitles: Someone really needs to clean this mirror and also the light was terrible this morning.