It’s Monday, three days past the estimated due date. Friday was, for those believers, a full moon, but unfortunately, no waters were broken around here. I can’t say I really thought the due date would come and I’d just pop out the baby like clockwork.
The weekend was really great anyway. It was D’s birthday, and weekend birthdays are always the best. I thought we made a big cake but it was all gone by yesterday evening.
We picked up the changing table this morning, finally. And we’ve rearranged the room (again) so it fits nicely. I spent most of the rest of the day at doctor appointments – fun!