and still no baby. This little guy is stubborn just like his Dadddy...ok, and Mommy....and Sister...and Auntie....well, at least he takes after us.
It just stinks waking up every morning in a panic hoping he is still there...still breathing, still alive in my little ol belly (another ok moment...big ol belly). I am sleeping less and worrying more that he is fine in there...I have done more research this past week on induction and c-section. I don't have an opinion on the whole delivery thing....only an opinion on how
I deliver. No c-section, no inducing, no pitocin, no epidural....and now I have to actually look at those as options if he doesn't come out on his own soon. Today is Ashley's 8th birthday...and we thought we would have a new born so we have a little family party tonight at our house....we put off the "friend party" because we weren't sure how Carson would be...well, now we know, not here. I clean our house every night just in case it is the night...I want to come home to a clean house. I seriously clean up and shave my legs every day just in case....gotta have pretty legs when I am delivering...lol. Last night I was greatful he got the hiccups because I could tell he was still there...he is so stuffed in there that I don't get a lot of movement from him anymore. Well...here's to hoping my next post will have a picture of a cute healthy baby boy in my arms!