Maybe a day late, but better late than never, right? Week 37… that means our baby girl is considered full-term, however as my midwife pointed out, you hit this day + think it is time, but in reality most babies come during week 39 to 41. So let’s not jump in the labor boat just yet. To me it seems like just a reminder that we have 3 weeks left to go to a movie theater, go to a fancy no-kids allowed restaurant, have some date nights just the two of us. Pretty soon it’ll be us plus baby. I know people do bring babies to the movies + restaurants, as I’m sure that we will… I mean, the Savannah Craft Brew Festival is the beginning of September. I have a feeling one of baby’s first outings is going to be to a beer festival.
I saw my lovely hair stylist yesterday for a color touch-up. While there, again I realized, babies + hair salons (aka hair chemicals) don’t mix. I made sure to warn husby to the fact that he’ll need to watch our little one while I go do these things from now on. He is more than excited… nothing sounds better than daddy/daughter time.
It has been gloomy + rainy here the past few days… I absolutely love it. The sun, humidity + sweating that happens here due to the ridiculous weather drives me insane. Not to mention, when you’re pregnant, everyone says, “Oh you must be so miserable in this heat!” Well, yes, but not because I’m pregnant, because it is disgustingly hot here, pregnant or not.
How did your last few weeks of pregnancy go? Did they fly by like the rest of the time, or did time start dragging for you?