Two and a half more weeks to go.
Or there-a-bouts anyway. I was starting to think I was going to have the baby this past weekend. Braxton Hicks were getting pretty painful, but have hardly had any of them today. I think I am mentally (and a bit physically) done with being pregnant and am ready to meet my new human face-to-face. Maybe more walking is in order. I should start walking more anyway to prep myself to get back in shape after the baby arrives.
I guess that is it. It is late and I am tired.
