Today is also another significant day- the day after my due date. Yes folks, I'm living proof that your uterus does NOT explode or turn into a pumpkin if you go past your "due date". Babies do not have expiration dates, and some just need a little more time to cook.
While Isaiah was born right on his guess date, Abbie was a whole 7 days late. Fortunately, despite her being my first baby and me being under the care of a very mainstream OB, I still had the intuition to wait it out. I'm so glad I didn't, as she was still only 6# 14oz. I shudder to think how tiny she would have been if some induction-happy doctor convinced me to be induce at 37 or 38 weeks.
The midwives are very supportive of going post-date, as long as me and Weebu are doing well. And we are. At my last appointment, BP was great, Weebu's heart tones sounded perfect, measuring around 37 weeks (about the same as both Abbie and Isaiah when they were born). S/he's in a ROT position (flipped from posterior a couple weeks ago, thank goodness. All that time on my hands and knees paid off!).
To be honest, though, I am getting a little anxious to meet the little one. I'm just SO excited! I haven't been feeling that well today, so maybe it's my body's way of telling me to slow down and take it easy. (We've been on the go the past two days, which I'll blog about next). I guess we'll just wait and see!
Here's a couple belly pictures, taken at 39.5 weeks: