Our countdown is getting real. One week until my actually due date, oh my god. I'm feeling good. Well, as good as you can when you feel like your pelvis is about to fall through the floor. Or your stomach crack open because it can't stretch any bigger. I swear my son does kickboxing each time I lay down for bed. He's moved down and out of my ribs so I don't have worry he'll break them.
Savoring our last few days by taking each day and enjoying it. I think, I'll always look back to these last few weeks/days and love how we spent our time.
We savored homemade popsicles. Pineapple basil & watermelon rhubarb.
We bounced on birth balls. Well mainly, me.
We watched our fair share of HGTV.
We nested. Ok. Guilty, I nested and Ted assisted.
We swam in the ocean, finally.
We brunched at Parc.We drove all around Philly, parked, and walked countless miles.
We made fresh pasta.
We finished the baby's room for the most part... waiting on pictures to come back from the framer.
We haven't killed our summer plants. We hope this helps in our parenting.
We enjoyed friends coming to visit.
We laughed at what the funniest moments of pregnancy.
We can't wait to hold our little prince in our arms.
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