My due date has been and gone and our little son doesn't seem to be in any hurry to come out of his well-padded home for the last 9 mths.
He's fine according to our last doctors appointment -it's just me now. Early hours of the morning I was starting to lose the plot...my emotions got the better of me. I'm excited and worried all at once. Worried that if he takes too long something will happen to him, excited that any minute now I could go into labour. But I'm sick of waiting, doing nothing and waiting.
Myles has taken the day off to keep me occuppied. My days were starting to drag on and I can't sleep at nite. It's not that I want to hang out with people because I'm not good company right now. I'm just all about baby and that's all I can cope with. If Myles didn't take today off I would spend the day in a heap of tears and he would come home to a hysterical wife.
But God is good and I get to spend hours with my man enjoying a beautiful day. My mum even has plans so I don't have to worry about what to do with her.
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