Today I am 37 weeks along. I am now officially "Full Term". This means that if I go into labor, the doctors & nurses at my hospital won't be too worried, and my baby probably won't have to spend any extra time in the hospital.
I am now also 8 1/2 months along. Isn't that crazy? I think so. My baby seems to be moving all the time now, and when she's not, my belly is practicing its contractions. It's been practicing all day today. It must know something's coming.
Other than an active belly, everything else has seemed pretty normal. I've been feeling great. Oh, but apparently I'm more emotional than normal. But who wouldn't be completely distraught when silly little minor things go kind of wrong? I feel completely justified in being ridiculously upset when something doesn't work out quite the way I planned. Or for no reason whatsoever. That's normal, right?
Which reminds me: I love my husband. He's quite an understanding guy.