It's dark out now so I can't go take a picture but believe me when I tell you that the irises bloomed before me.
I have entered that phase of extreme pregnancy where I should probably post every day to keep the "are you still pregnant?" emails and phone calls at a minimum.
As of 8:34 pm, Monday May 4th, I am still very pregnant.
After two weeks of having my poor in-laws camped out here to help in the event of an "early" birth, it seems this baby is going to be on time or late. Nothing like making your in-laws stop their whole lives, do your dishes/laundry/cooking and hang out in your one bathroom house for weeks for NOTHING.
Don't get me wrong. I'm THRILLED that Lima Bean didn't come early. She will be full, FULL term. CG and Zoe have their own birthdays. I've had enough time to craft a bit, pack and repack our bag repeatedly, and read some labor/baby/fun books.
We think we've decided on a name. (with help from the Eminence herself!)
We have met with our doula again. We've had several date nights (wherein I insist I'm not very hungry and then proceed to eat most of both of our meals). We've reworked our birth plan and attached it via shiny ribbon to a basket of snacks for the labor and delivery staff. (We've finished all the work for escrow on both of our houses! YAY! It's official!)
What's left? Wash the baby clothes, AGAIN? Embroider doilies for our OB? Make origami cranes out of newborn diapers?