Good thing I have our ticker above to remind us. We're 41 weeks. YAY! Ok. The enthusiasm was totally fake.
Last night was one of my least favorite sleep nights of this entire pregnancy. Sleep deprivation doesn't happen when baby comes, it happens at the end of pregnancy when your hips feel like they're going to split in 2 and your baby kicks you all through the night. (Yes, still totally worth it, don't worry).
Our appointment tomorrow should hopefully give us some answers about 'the plan' since Chloe seems to enjoy her current dwelling. She evidently didn't get the eviction notice I sent a good month or so ago.
I had a LONG walk yesterday at the park, but didn't get a single contraction out of it. I will try the same thing again. Now we're down to the wire and she's gotta make a move! Kick down the door, Chloe. Please!