I'm stalking new born baby photos, mine and all of yours, to remind me to stick it out.
Okay, I don't need a reminder.
I need a morphine drip.
I need an epidural.
I need some Olive Garden.
I can feel limbs. That's a leg or an arm, that's an elbow or a knee, that's an entire 1.5 lb baby resting on my bladder =) Oh the joys. I can't wait to lotion those limbs. And liberate my bladder.
Brett and I have abandoned the original due date, and are instead focusing on August 15th. The day I get off bed rest. The day all bets are off. The day she can safely come into this world. The day we can make these contractions count! Woo hoo! That's only like...12 weeks away! Woo hoo!