I can't believe it. I mean, really? Full-term? Craaaazy.
I'm almost scared to declare it, but I feel ready. The bags are packed. All the clothes are washed. The guest bedroom is (almost) ready for my mom to come hang out with her new grandson.
Oh and Braxton Hicks? Holy smokes. I was all, "Braxton Hicks won't be that big of a deal. I probably won't even feel them." But over the last few days they're kind of stopping me in my tracks. It freaked Andrew out the first few times my sentences were littered with "ow" and "whoa" but now I think he's used to it. He probably won't believe me when it's the real deal.
By way of updates, there really aren't any. He's ready when he's ready and who knows how big he is.
Exciting, isn't it?