it’s saturday night at 9:21 p.m.
i’m still at home. i’m still pregnant. i have NO IDEA what this little girl is waiting for. i’m getting more and more uncomfortable. i feel like my life is on hold (seriously – when the doctors fear you may deliver at 31 weeks and you’re still pregnant at 37+ weeks? yeah, i’d call that crazy).
keep us in your thoughts and prayers, please, as we try to enjoy each "final day" as a family of 4. and as i try to *enjoy* this final pregnancy.