For those of you who are wondering if the babe has made his debut or not... he has not. I am on the cusp of being 40-weeks pregnant. THIS Thursday, the 22nd, is his official due date. But let's be honest, isn't that an arbitrary number anyway? Isn't it a rough guideline for pregnant women to know there will be an end to their misery? Yes it is... but try telling a 40-week pregnant woman that! There may or may not be an emotional breakdown on my part if Baby Wilson is not in my arms come Thursday.
Truthfully, I might be okay if he is not in my arms. My panic attacks fluctuate between the thought of being pregnant the rest of my life (because lets be honest, at this point I feel like I will be), and the thought of being a mom. My brain explodes when I try to comprehend what it will be like to have three in the Wyatt Wilson family. And, to be even more honest, I have plans to spend my afternoon reading a book at the swim park on Friday. Having a baby is just too inconvenient for me this weekend. Monday the 26th seems like a far more convenient day to have a baby.
We'll see. At this point in time Baby Wilson is showing ZERO signs of wanting to meet the world. I plan on him being fashionably late, by force, come the 29th.
Stay tuned...
39-weeks pregnant, at my beloved swim park
Notice Wyatt showing off his 39-week belly?
