Today marks our 39th week of pregnancy. It also marks the 1 year anniversary of a good friend who passed. I picked today at the beginning of the pregnacy as the day I would have this baby. I have had 2 other babies on the 13th, I figured it would be this one also. Plus, I thought it would be a nice reminder for everyone that life goes on. That even in death, life springs.
But, as I figured my water would break in the middle of the night, as usual, it is completely in tact. I know I will not be pregnant forever. And, when I am alone, I am fine. No stress, no anxiousness, etc.. But, gettting around others, I keep getting questions on when he will be here, or try this, or try that. HE WILL BE HERE WHEN HE GETS HERE. I am tired, and frustrated. Today seems like a good day to hibernate in my bed and read all day.