And there we have it.
Yes, I’ve “progressed.”
No, I’m “not ready.”
And, “you’ll deliver by next week.”
She is doing her cute 16 kittens in a gunny sack dance right now. I keep telling her it’s roomier out here, but she isn’t buying it.
Today, as a way of not wallowing in disappointment about not going into labor, I wore a flippy dress and kicky shoes. Briar’s eyes bugged out of her head as she saw me descend the stairs like a princess…a princess with an “e-noe-muss belly.” I felt absolutely glorious. Gorgeous. Radiant. Cross your fingers I can hold on to that until “next week.”