Baby Rockne and I turned 35 weeks on Monday. My doctor told me on Monday afternoon that he didn't think I would still be pregnant this week.
I am so very thankful to get this far. We just want those lungs as mature as they can get.
I'm feeling like a bomb with a defective timer these days. I could detonate at any moment. Or I could go another couple of weeks.
(This might indicate too many "Castle" episodes.)
My prayers for the baby have started to include, "And please Lord, don't let my water break while I'm sitting on someone's couch. Especially if it's fabric and not leather."
COOK BABY COOK!
P.S. Bets can still be placed on the baby pool. And I love all the names. I could ponder baby names every day and be happy.
1 comment:
Katie, you look so beautiful!! I definitely did not look that glow-ie and pretty when I was 35 weeks preggo! I think I should change my guess to a baby boy. Isn't that an old wives tale, baby girls steal their mom's beauty but baby boys enhance it?? Rockne is definitely not not stealing your beauty so it must be a he!
Good job for keeping that punkin cooking. You're supermom!
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