39 Down 1 To Go

Well, its here, week 39. We are anxiously waiting for the baby Owen's arrival. I hate not knowing when he will come. I'm trying to keep myself busy so I don't think about it or realize how uncomfortable I am.
I feel huge but everyone I talk to mentions how small I am so I'm glad no one else thinks I'm a cow or at least they don't tell me I do. I also don't think I waddle so that's good; or maybe that means I have to wait longer. Who knows!

Hopefully he comes soon because we can't wait to meet him!