There you have it, folks. One week from today is my official due date, and with Thanksgiving this Thursday, I figure we may as well wait until then. I've been 90-95% effaced and dilated to 1 centimeter for three weeks now. I'm excited to meet my kid, but I've sort of given up caring when he gets here. That may sound sort of mean, but I can't control when he gets here, and for the most part I'm feeling really good on a day to day basis, so whenever my uterus decides to kick him out is fine with me. And if it's November 29th or later, then that's all the better.
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Looking good! I'm glad you're feeling well :)
He might arrive on the Wombat's birthday! (I didn't realise your EDD was so close!) Wombat turns 3 a week from Wednesday.
We should have played games this past weekend! If you make it to Thanksgiving, we'll do it then (hopefully so, since we'd have a lot of fun with you guys). I'm telling you, these first pregnancies always threaten your excitement, then linger on, and on . . . .
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