Counting down the days . . .

For the past month, Brian and I have been praying for this little guy NOT to come early. Brian had sporadic residency interviews all across the country and every time he left we prayed our hearts out that this kid would hold out just a little longer. We may have prayed too hard. I think our little buddy has permanently ingrained in him that he needs to stay put. Now that it is safe for him to come, he seems perfectly content where he is. If he doesn't come on his own over the remainder of this week, they are going to induce me on Monday morning (which terrifies me). Let the fun begin . . .

Two weeks and counting . . .

For the record, I am posting this picture for the sole purpose of making my mother happy. I'm not a fan of the "belly shots" and "pregnancy/baby stats" blog posts. To me, they rank up there with blog posts like . . . well, like everything on the satire blog "Simply So Blessed." To avoid offending anyone I won't name specifics. Anyway . . . the past 9 months have been long and tiring but not too bad up until the last few weeks (when the waddling/limping and body aches kicked in). 25 lbs later, here is what you get (feel free to make fun of me--I laugh at myself nearly every time I look in the mirror). By the way, let's all keep in mind that a camera normally adds 10 lbs and when you're pregnant I think it adds 20, maybe 30 lbs?


This is the angle where I look absolutely ENORMOUS. When I look down at myself I don't look that big, straight on, still not that bad, but simply twist to the side and BAM it's mortifying! Thanks, Andrea for insisting on taking the picture. I'm sure some day I'll thank you. Some day.


Brian and I went to Knoxville, Tennessee last week. The weather was perfect and I prayed the entire time that I wouldn't go into labor there. I want this kid to be born a Virginian!

My due date is two weeks from today. Any predictions on whether he'll be early, right on time, or late? The winner gets to change his diapers free for one week!