I sit here stuffed with Chipotle and no longer feeling a single thing related to labor for the first time all day. WTF. I took the day off of work thinking today was the day and here I sit, still pregnant. I’m debating if I’ll go in tomorrow or work from home again. We’ll see how I feel in the morning.
I think this little one just likes to mess with us. First he thought he’d scare us into thinking he was coming at 24 weeks. Now he got us thinking 37, but it’ll probably be 41.
My patience is worn out today, so I might as well go snuggle in bed with Noah and let it end. Tomorrow is a new one.