I cannot believe that the time has finally come upon us. Am I ready? Do I really want to be changing diapers? Waking up in the middle of the night? Having something crying all the time? No!
But on the flip side, I'm ready to hold this sweet little baby girl in my arms. Have Amelia meet this little being that has been kicking her through my stomach. Be able to tie my shoes. Yup!
It is still a toss up as to which argument is stronger. I've been lucky in that, while being the size of a rather large vessel, I have been fairly 'comfortable'. Except that I keep cutting my belly by misjudging its extension and running into drawers, cabinets, and misc. sharp corners.
So here is the vast surface at 37 weeks.
Amelia was so excited when the midwives were to come out for a pre-visit to our house. She wanted to look pretty, so got her little self all dressed.
I don't know if our floors were too cold, but about every sock she owns was used in this outfit.
Which made it very difficult . . . .
to keep up right.
Well, as the time grew nearer, and I was feeling much, much larger, I though we'd need another pic. So, here is the thing two weeks later at 39 weeks. I'm conflicted! I'd like this thing gone, but don't want to do any of the actual work. Which is worse? Aaahhhhh . . . . !
I told Daddy to take the pictures quickly before Amelia figured out what we were doing.
Sure, this particular night she gets ready for bed like Flash McGee!
She's pretty excited. She's going to make a great big sister.
Comparing bellies. There was a time earlier on that she was in competition!
Come out, come out!
We are now past date!
Or stay?
Aaaahhhh!
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