I really believed that we would have a Thanksgiving baby. Really, truly believed (and was happy about it!) that I would eat my turkey and stuffing within the walls of Children's Hospital. I even packed my bag. But, no baby. Not even a smidgen of a sign (beyond my beached whale appearance), that a baby arrival is imminent.
So, two ultrasounds, a fetal stress test, two doctor's appointments - and the conclusion? Let's give it a week and see what's going on. Grrrrr.
Good news? This has allowed us to deck the halls at our family home. The lights are twinklin' outside. The wreaths are gracing our windows. The tree is up and waiting to be decorated this evening. I even wrapped gifts last night! The only catch? The sixty plus degree sunshiny weather outside. Where is my snow?
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