I'll be 41 weeks pregnant tomorrow, and my brain has more or less been replaced by spare amniotic fluid sloshing around between my ears, so all of those profound half-written blog posts? Not gonna happen. (Do I get to publish them later when my caffeine consumption returns to normal?) This boy's getting served his eviction notice tomorrow. Just for the record, I predict that he is definitely going to be longer than Eva's 19.5 inches and most likely a few ounces bigger than her 9 lbs 1 oz (and that's one reason we're not waiting longer to induce!).
Yesterday (Wednesday here on Oki--election day night back in the States) was one of the most beautiful days we've had all year. At first I was really disappointed to not be having a baby, but eventually I ended up grateful that we didn't have to spend such a spectacular day in the icky bowels of Lester Naval Hospital.
I'm done using my words, so here are some pictures from the day:
(Turned out later he was dead.)