Thirty-Eight Weeks! Holy Smokes! (38w0d)

And so the countdown truly begins. I'm officially a week more pregnant than I've ever been. And the bizarre thing is, while I'm excited to meet this tiny being, I don't feel "done" being pregnant. Which, come to think of it, I might need to get to before labor starts ...

Anyway, today is a good day to go into labor, no? Or perhaps tomorrow when there's a full moon. Sunday would work too; that way I'd win the poll the family took. And of course, I'd get free range of name picking if I give birth on any day but Tuesday. (Jason is so convinced that the 19th is the day that he offered me a bet which I would have been an idiot not to take, especially considering the naming issues we've been having. New Baby arrives on the 19th, he gets to name it. Any other day, I get to.)

My friend Elisabeth is gearing up to go if she hasn't already. She lost her plug yesterday afternoon and was 1.5 cm at her appointment on Monday. I'm so excited for her but am a smidge envious! Though she is a week ahead of me ...

Perhaps we'll be in the hospital at the same time? (Please, God?)