Oficially 40 weeks pregnant.

I was going off the notion that this pregnancy would be over before my due date, but it is official: I am 40 weeks today. We have an appointment today and I am saying yes (begging) for a membrane sweep, because what the fuck, little one? It can’t be that comfortable in utero anymore. I see your foot pushing against my tummy in search of more space, so don’t lie. Anyways, to any mommas out there who have made it past 40 weeks without complaint, I applaud you, because it is not me. Praying for endurance and patience and also to slightly forget what the pain of my first baby was like. Hopefully

they are right about things moving faster with your second.