The final weeks of our "walk"...
My dad arrived around week 38, and we were all hoping that baby would make an early arrival. But the days passed and nothing happened. Around week 39 we had a huge snow storm and our prayers changed to not going into labor early, since they were advising everyone to stay off the roads. Frankly, I wasn't worried that we wouldn't be able to make it to the hospital, I was more worried that maybe the epidural guy wouldn't be able to get there in time (or at all.) But not to worry, those prayers were answered and baby still did not come. Here is my Week 39 picture: It wasn't a week that I was planning to take a photo, but I wanted to document the snow. Even though the kids had a great time playing in it every chance they got, I just didn't feel up to posing for a picture in it. So what you get is an empty photo of our neighbors house while I tried to relax inside. The last weeks were really rough. I was miserable, uncomfortable, and so ready to meet this baby! My ...