We’re still waiting for the birth of The Boy. I think the girls can sense our “wait mode”.
We just had a good appointment with the midwife, in which we learned that I am still pregnant, my iron is up even more, I am still pregnant, the baby has dropped, I am still pregnant, I’ve effaced and dilated a bit more, and, I am still pregnant.
But actually, for now, I’m fine with being pregnant. I’m happily knitting away (a skill I was determined to learn before The Boy got here) and overall, I don’t feel that impatient for his arrival. I really just feel very, very pregnant.