2 weeks

Of course, I really hope I don’t have the baby on my due date — Conner has a play that evening, and I hate to mess with him like that (it’s his first big play), and then Drew has area band festival the next afternoon. {sigh} THEN, I can go into labor.
But not before.
So weird to think that I’m 38 weeks — after all that trying, to really realize it’s happening and my life is going to be 1/3 harder…
Well, makes a girl want to suck it up a little longer.
As if this is all under my control.
Really, it is. :)

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