It'll probably go something more like eight posts and, BOOM, there's a baby since my other two thought it was fine to camp out past 41 weeks. But, whatever, here we are:
It's most likely going to come down to a game day decision. Sometimes you just need to meet the little person.
I know I've complained plenty about this pregnancy, but gosh, I can't wait to meet this little person. I found them the sweetest little pair of gender neutral pants yesterday. I had forgotten how incredibly tiny newborn clothes are. I also have both a little pink and a little grey outfit waiting to be packed in the hospital bag. In a few weeks we're going to be taking the kids to Build-A-Bear so they can make their new little sibling a birth-day present.
Six-ish more weeks.....we've got this.