Well I did it, I reached the end. I feel I managed to keep my hormones under check excluding the last week when I’ve cried basically every night and somehow managed to keep my swelling down until my final months of pregnancy. The only problem now is that this baby doesn’t want to come out. My due date is tomorrow and I’m out of breath walking down a hallway because the baby has their feet shoved up in my ribs. On top of that people keep asking me if I had that baby yet.

DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAD THE BABY YET? I honestly don’t understand that question and after the 11th time last week I shut the door to my office.

I can’t do it people. I can’t do it.

So far I’ve taken laps up and down the stairs because Mother Nature in Wisconsin does not allow for very many outdoor walks and I’m on my third pineapple with two more upside down at home that I’m waiting to get ripe. I’ve got an exercise ball at home that I’ve almost fallen off of a few times from my hours of bouncing on it and today I’m getting myself some Raspberry Leaf Tea.

I wish there was a better way to know when the baby is going to be born. Like having women have a turkey thermometer and once it pops up you know it’s time. Logical? No. But I feel I am no closer to having this baby tomorrow than I was a month ago. My husband is anxious, our parents think every time we call it’s to tell them we are on our way to the hospital and the only thing anyone ever asks me is how I’m feeling.

I have a 10 pound, giant headed baby growing inside of me and I pee every 20 minutes, that’s how I’m feeling.

I am kind of excited that I will have two March babies. Every year is a new challenge planning a birthday party because you can’t exactly have it in the back yard in March but I love my spring babies. I just need to figure out how to get this little baby out.