December 17th...December 17th....c'mon December 17th!

Doesn't that sound like a good day to have a baby?

I think so...but at this point, any day besides Christmas or Christmas Eve sounds pretty good to me. I am not miserably uncomfortable (I do love being pregnant. Plus, it is so much easier on my pride to know that my pants don't fit because I am pregnant and not because of all the holiday snacking I am doing) but I just wanna meet this little person and snuggle with it and smell it and give it a name. I CANNOT WAIT to meet my baby!!
My original due date was December 4th but when I went in for my 10 week appointment they told me that based on the size, it was more like December 15th. Since Oliver was 12 days late I figured that maybe this date changing businesss would make it so that I wouldn't be so late this time around...but who knows anymore.

There is even a small part of me that doesn't mind waiting a little longer...it just means that my baby will be smaller and littler for longer. (OK, not really much different, but it makes me happy to think that way :))

So, I will just wait...and power walk when I can and maybe jump on my trampoline a little here and there...and try to wait patiently for this little one to arrive.