It’s been a while, huh?
If you followed along on Instagram, you know I’m not pregnant anymore. Cause that would be weird.
Because I’m still up to my eyeballs in adjusting to life with four kids, I’ll quickly update you with the last month (plus) of the pregnancy. Looking back at these pictures, I miss that belly a little. Okay, a very little. Someday I’ll get up the nerve to share his wild ride of a birth story – one I’m still coming to grips with three months later. Until then…
36 weeks – Put on my big girl panties (literally), a rather large maternity dress and danced the night away at my cousins wedding. My feet were so swollen that night, they flopped around like roasted marshmallows.
37 weeks – The week my maternity tops became too small. Things got pretty hairy that week. My husband was away and working nights.. I was done. With everything. Including shirts that fit properly.
38 weeks – A tad more refreshed because daddy was finally home. I felt like a ticking time bomb and fantasized about my water breaking everywhere I went.
39 weeks – I forced myself to get dressed every day in attempts to maintain a positive attitude. Coffee made me sick, so I embraced the tired and took a lot of naps on the couch – in something other than PJs.
40 weeks -Everyone said he was coming early. My little Gemini laughed and said, “suckers.” I sat on the exercise ball, drank red raspberry leaf tea like it was going out of style and took more naps.
41 weeks – And officially sick of people telling me, he’ll come when he’s ready. So I put on something other than non-faded yoga pants and we had our last date night on a Thursday – the night before I went to the hospital.
Quinn finally arrived on June 16th, 2013 – Father’s Day Sunday.