My forty weeks is almost up, but with the way this pregnancy has gone, I would have been perfectly happy to have my baby in my arms and out of my belly weeks ago. I thought he was going to come today. He gained a pound a week the last two weeks which made him almost 8 pounds last week at my appointment. My midwife said if the trend continued and he were around 9 pounds at my next visit, she was going to "nudge me along" just to be safe. Apparently he was just going through a growth spurt because this last week he only gained a few ounces and was an even 8 pounds. While the idea of pushing some huge baby out of me scares me, at the same time, I was so hoping to get him out of me today. I've decided that either my body just doesn't know how to go into labor by itself or this kid is as stubborn as me. Looks like I've probably got another week of agony ahead of me!
In the meantime, Skye and I have been keeping busy at my parent's house while my sister and the pugs are in town. Can you believe at 38 weeks pregnant I could hold a pug and a four-year-old on my lap together?!
Getting kisses from Cherub.
Skye, Cherub, and my belly!
Skye loves doing tricks with the dogs and giving them treats! I'm glad they're here right now to take my mind off of other things at times!