The week of August 24th: my last week of being pregnant

Looking back, since it's been a few months since I started this post and had  time to think about it, this is the week my life was never going to be the same.

I didn't know it would be my last week of my pregnancy, although I had predicted that this baby would be born on August 28th, just 5 days before my EDD (estimated due date) on september 2nd. The week was pretty normal for me including my last week of work, running errands and drs appointments. I wrote out everything I did that week, but what for? Too cherish it, no I am good and I don't want to bore my readers.

Things came and went as they normally do things were becoming harder, but not impossible.
I actually loved being pregnant, I felt beautiful and womanly with my extra weight and cankles.

                                             

To end this story and begin my birth story of little miss willow,. Friday was not my day and things went array from there. I fell taking my laundry to my car on the same crack I fell on when i was 20 ish week, I don't know if i hit my belly or not but my knees were scraped up and so was my ego. This was before my drs apt where my bp was high, again and I got a one way ticket to triage.. Oh fun, this again. I was upset and felt like my chanes of having the labor I wanted were out the window.

I'll leave this post here.. To be continued

~Steph~