so I'm 39 weeks and a couple days pregnant and can officially say I have never been more anxious and excited for something in my life.
Now the waiting game begins. Will he come early? On time? Have to be pulled out by the strengths of a c-section and great drugs? God literally only knows. It's the one time I wish fortune tellers, cookies and all that wonky stuff wasn't so weird and wonky.
But maybe the mystery is just a good way to teach me patience.