I've had a weird peace settle over me in the last day or two. Baby can come when he wants to. I can get through 3-4 measly little weeks. Hell, if I can train for a marathon, I can be 9 months pregnant for a while.
Headed to the midwife. At which point I'll show up at my appt time and then wait 2 hours. Happens every time. I'm looking at it like "Study Hall." I bring some books, maybe some knitting and get down to it.
Went on a walk last night. Brrrrrrr...it's cold here in the ATL. Plan to do some walking again today.