In pregnancy land.. 37 weeks means full term! Yes indeed. So if he were to be born now, he'd be just fine!
I can't believe I've made it this far, that I've been pregnant this long, and that all this time has past. In alot of ways it's been agonizingly slow.. but here we are, almost to the end of this pregnancy and about to be parents.
A friend told me that no matter how scared you are of labor, towards the end you're just so sick of being pregnant and so anxious to meet your baby, that all the fear evaporates. I'm starting to get that. Though still a bit apprehensive about having this baby.. I am DONE being pregnant and chubby and excited beyond belief to see this little boy.
I'd like to post a photo of what 37 weeks looks like on me.. but I realized I've stopped taking photos of myself.
All the photos on my camera and instagram are either of food or Albin. I know I need to document this special time.. but I just don't know if I ever want documented proof that I had this many chins on the internet.
And this just in.... I went to the doctor this morning.. (He's now seeing me weekly.) and I am NOT IN LABOR!
A picture from last weekend. Albin made popcorn.. and we layed in bed watching movies.. and I ate all the popcorn!