Yesterday, the day you hit 41 weeks, was the longest day of my life.
I'm afraid your delayed arrival has reduced me to superstition, little one. A blue balloon spontaneously flew past our house earlier this week and I got a little too excited about the prospect of imminent labor.
Needless to say, you're still holding out on us... but I'm believing that I'll be too busy in the throws of labor to attend my ultrasound appointment on Thursday.
Is that too much to ask?
I love you.
From your mama
P.S. We planted you a birthday tree in the front yard. It's an apple tree with 3 kinds of apples grafted together and just like you, it's going to grow and grow and bear fruit. It's a little bitty tree now, but it's going to be 20 ft high by the time you're having babies of your own...
