I don't really have anything noteworthy to say, but here I am at 39 weeks. I want to moan, "and still pregnant!" but I feel like I can't do that - afterall, I'm not overdue. Still, somehow knowing that I could have the baby at any time makes the waiting tedious. My mom is here taking care of Caleb so that I can rest my back. She is enjoying herself royally and gorging Caleb on "grandma time".
According to many different sources, the process of labor is supposed to be as physcially taxing as running a marathon. I think it is funny that I'm supposed to be able to manage that at a time when I can't even touch my toes!
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