So I guess that just brings us up to today. I'm 37 weeks pregnant today and feeling every minute of it. If I were Sara I'd be having the baby right now, but alas, I am not. I will more than likely be pregnant for another year or so before this baby decides to leave the safety of my ribs. However, just for kicks, I have been having more and more contractions every day. That's pleasant. Not to mention I'm huge and clumsy. I remember reading in my preggo books the first time around how women at this point need to be extra careful because we're prone to falling (due to the fact that our center of gravity is now precariously hanging three feet AWAY from our body). But I never felt clumsy and I always laughed at the idea. Well, I didn't have two kids and thousands of action figures back then. Since I can't see my feet (and since I refuse to pick up anything off the floor) I have found myself tripping and bobbling multiple times a day, nearly wiping out each time. NOW I get it. The authors of those books obviously already had children! I've even had several experiences of tripping OVER my children because I could not see them standing right underneath my belly! That is a sure sign that I'm far too pregnant for my own good (and the safety of all those around me less than belly-button height...remember I teach in Primary). Sigh...

Anyway, my mom is scheduled to get here on the 28th at which point I will beg, plead and grovel at the feet of my doctor to induce me and put me out of my misery. He's a merciful man, I think he'll listen. As far as whether or not I am dilated or effaced, I have no idea. We'll check next Wednesday. I didn't have the strength to even ask him to check this morning, as it would have required me getting half-undressed and then RE-dressed - a monumental and time consuming task.

So I'm posting a picture of me at 37 weeks.