9-4-11
So, that's my "predicted" due date. Hell, it's worth shooting for. The less time I can be miserable, the better. The only thing is, if I'm having a scheduled C section, this date is a Sunday, meaning, I'm going into labor. But, my doctor has assured me that if that happens, I can just walk into L&D and tell them about my scheduled C section and they'll call the doctor and do it then. That's nice, as long as it works out like that. I'm still scared shitless of going into labor. It hurts. These lovely Braxton -Hicks contractions that I've been having are bad enough. They usually raise my anxiety level a few notches. Aside from the still achy back and practice contractions, I'm hot an miserable. My feet and hands are starting to swell and I feel like I'm always in a bad mood. I also am limited in the things I can do with Bella and that has been bothering the both of us. Thursdays have always been our days together since I'm off wo