Well, well. Here I am. 38 weeks 5 days pregnant. But who's counting? I'd post a picture, but man alive, I am swollen, starting to get sick (again), and the Internet is forever.
My first bit of mother's instinct made me think that Baby Atkins was a boy. Well, I was correct on that one. But, I did have a 50/50 chance of being right. My second bit of mother's instinct lead me to think that our boy would celebrate February 12th as his birthday. Well, predicting due dates is trickier than predicting gender, and I got that one wrong. Part of me wants Will to come right now, but I know that babies come when they are ready. It's good for him to stay in my belly for another week or so. Also, in the big picture, it doesn't really matter if he come on the 14th or the 25th. I am thankful that I get to carry my son and feel his kicks and his little bum.
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