That's what my doctor said to me today. It can happen any time. Not that it means it will, but it could.
Too bad this baby doesn't seem to be in a hurry. I was induced five days past my due date with Ellie because she wasn't in a hurry, either. I'm hoping that's not a trend.
Now we play the waiting game, where I try to not go stir-crazy but also try to relax, rest, and enjoy not being on a 2-3 hour eat/sleep schedule yet.
And, I keep chipping away at (and simultaneously adding to) my To-Do List.
Last night I spent a few hours deep cleaning the kitchen, wiping out cupboards and drawers. Reorganizing. The only major thing I have left to do is pack for the hospital.
When I was pregnant with Ellie I took a picture almost every single week to track my belly growth. This time, I took one at about 8 weeks and then just a few random pictures throughout the months.
So, here's me today at 38 weeks and 1 Day:
For the sake of comparison, here's me at 38 weeks with Ellie:
And a flashback to a fun little photo shoot we had 11 days before my due date with Ellie: