Last Day

I normally take Wednesdays off of work. This is the time that I make my prenatal appointments, run errands, catch up on sleep and do otherwise somewhat productive things.

This particular Wednesday I was taking a quick snooze on the couch right before my doctor's appointment when the phone rang. It was Will wondering if I would be okay with him joining me for my doctor's visit. I said that I would love to have him along and stopped by work to pick him up on the way. Coincidentally, turns out that was a really good thing.

After the doctor checked me (in that unpleasant way that pregnant woman get checked), he gave me three options: 1. Do nothing and wait for nature to take it's course. 2. Be induced tomorrow at the hospital that I wanted to have my baby at. 3. Be induced next week at a different hospital.

I was shocked. Last week the doctor told me it would be a while yet. And, while my husband has diligently tried to persuade me towards being induced, it was not an option that ever appealed to me in the slightest- until suddenly the choice was dropped in my lap.

Tomorrow. I could be holding my baby tomorrow.

Well, long story short (too late, I know) These are the last pictures of my belly at its biggest. Oh, and if you try calling me today, I probably won't answer my phone.

I know that a picture of the back is not a common pregnancy picture, but everyone kept telling me how I didn't look pregnant at all from the back. The thought hadn't occured to me that this wasn't the case for every woman.

Side view

Front.