It's official, if this little rascal doesn't feel like coming out on its own by Thursday, I'm being induced at St. Paul's. My stats are starting to be a concern so they're taking no chances (blood pressure type stuff).
I'm as big as a tank right now and am exhausted. My stomach is pushed up into my lungs so I have no urge to eat (and even if I did, the heartburn is unbearable). Everything you see in my mid-section is baby.
I will try to blog from the hospital but can't promise anything. Wish us luck. Soon you'll all know (along with us) if Rascal is male or female.
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