I am learning how truly impatient I can be... I am about 38 weeks pregnant. This picture was taken almost two weeks ago. I've discovered that time passes by at a snail's pace when you are this pregnant. It seems that all of the other pregnant girls that I was growing along with have given birth and have left me behind... It's like I'm the lone pregnant girl who's baby will never make his appearance. I can feel him in there. He's squirming, and it feels like he's complaining about not having enough room to stretch out... I wish I could explain to him that there is SO much room out here, and that he should just come out and enjoy it.

No one really wants to talk to me right now, and I don't blame them. All I do is complain that the baby hasn't come yet, which is ridiculous because I still have 15 days until my due date. He could be in there for weeks. That thought makes me want to cry (which is another thing that I have no control over lately). I cry over everything these days.

I have also learned that people claim to have lots of "tricks" to make labor begin. Peyton and I have learned first-hand that none of them work. They baby will come when he's supposed to come. We have done everything suggested, including eating gross eggplant, walking, bouncing on an exercise ball, having absurd pregnant sex, massaging certain pressure points, super spicy food, praying, begging, crying.... I finally just plopped on the couch tonight with a big chocolate bar and decided to just let my body be. I have worn myself out trying to make this baby come!

I did pack a bag today. I have superstitiously be putting off that chore in fear that it would jinx me. But the baby will come. Every day that goes by makes the next day more probable. He can't stay in there forever. And if he tries, the doctor will simply take him out.