Well, we are currently playing the waiting game. Valentine is set to arrive in exactly a week (the 7th) and I have never been so impatient/restless in my life. I'm already dilated and effacing- apparently I have a "great cervix" to quote my doctor, so hopefully that means my labor won't be too bad..... I'm not really holding my breath. At least I know my baby won't break my spine and my vampire-husband won't have to bite my baby out of me- gross, but I do heart that book. But we are excited and cannot wait to meet her and I can't wait to not feel like an ugly boy whale anymore and be able to actually hold my baby. The thought of me being a mom still kinda freaks me out, but makes me ecstatic at the same time... it's just weird, I still can't really go from the transition of being pregnant to actually having a baby. Drew's excited too, he talks to my tummy all the time, telling Valentine to please come and to not make her mom uncomfortable, but she's already not really listening to him- this parenting thing is going to be fun I can already tell.
