I’ve now officially made it longer in this pregnancy than I did with Milo. As of 1pm today, I passed the 38 weeks, 4 days and several hours mark that I made it to with him. You hear that, baby? You did it, you lasted longer than your brother. You can come out now.
I mean, seriously. Look at me! Jesus. I am enormous. How much bigger can a lady get? Wait, don’t answer that.
After Milo’s hippie Waldorf class in Prospect Park yesterday morning, I walked with some friends to get cheeseburgers and fries at Bark. I mapped it out later, and our walk was almost 3 miles. Not too shabby for a full-term pregnant lady pushing a stroller. Oh and it got deeelightfully humid and hot as our walk progressed. I was cursing my decision to wear jeans by the time we made it across the park. I also sort of feel like this baby should just kind of fall out of me at this point. Sigh.