At 37 weeks pregnant, the baby is now considered full-term, Braxton-Hicks contractions are an ever present activity, I’m fully effaced and partially dilated, and this baby may be here any minute. (In fact, I’m sitting on a towel as I write this post, you know, just in case.)

I’ve also started losing weight instead of gaining, a sure sign that we’re in the homestretch (the exact same thing happened when I was pregnant with our five year old). I certainly prefer thinking, “I’ve gained twenty-five pounds this pregnancy” rather than “I’ve gained thirty.”

I’m getting excited. And completely terrified. (Just how many months of sleep-deprivation do we have ahead of us?!) He’s gonna be here soon!

Hey, how many more blog posts do you think I can fit in?!
Thanks to David and my cousin Julia for the fabulous photos!