I'm getting a little impatient for the arrival of Baby Girl. We are past 38 weeks (just barely) and everyone around here seems ready. I, for one, do not mind going back to work Monday and Tuesday nights, but I sure don't want to work another five in a row starting next Friday. Kevin is, of course, just as excited to meet, see, and hold the new baby as I am. And Harry starts every morning lately by climbing into bed with us, patting my bump, and asking, "How's baby doing in there?"
Harry was born one week before his due date, and I hope this one decides to show up a little early, too.
1 year ago