It's official. I'm 40 weeks pregnant today. Kinda bummed in a way. I know today is THE DAY I've had marked on the calendar since January, but I know I'm not having a baby today.
Michael says I can't know for sure, but I do. I can't explain it. I know. I know I'm not having a baby today and that makes me kinda sad. It's surreal knowing that I am at the end of my pregnancy, but at the same time, it feels like so far away. I just wish that there would be a sure sign when you go into labor. Like you wake up and there is a blue dot on your forehead. If only. This guessing game isn't fun.
My poor family. I've been grumpy lately. I have no tolerance anymore. My body aches in ways I didn't think were possible. And sleep is almost impossible at night. Ah! Its almost overrrrr!!!