It’s here, week 37. This means that bambina, while still tucked safely away (and by that I mean percolating inside the world’s largest belly), is now full term. Our doctor told us that she may come a littler earlier than any of our due dates. Yes, plural. They’ve spanned from May 21-June 1 but so far, no sign of her. Don’t get me wrong, she’s kicking, wiggling and swimming up a storm, a fact that my ribs can attest to, but for now she’s an internal baby only.
Other than a few work projects, especially for Dad, we’re ready for her arrival any time. Anxious might be a better word. Carter feels the same way.