My 100th post and other not so exciting things!

100 posts. Pretty cool. Especially since I started this blog for my boss! Thanks for hanging in there all this time...reading what I have to say and looking at my pictures.

Today - I am 39 weeks pregnant. See...

I didn't think I'd make it here. This past Wednesday (38.2 weeks) we had a false alarm that consisted of packing several bags (ours, B's, and the dog's), bringing B over to friends' house at 11:30pm, going to the hospital and sitting/laying for lots of hours. I had contractions for about 11 hours, but didn't progress at all, so they sent us home. At the time, furious would have been the best way to describe how I was feeling. Now, I feel good about it. It was a pain, but allowed us to run through what we needed to do in the case that we go into labor and Mike's parents aren't here yet (they get here Wednesday...2 more days...just 2 more days). I haven't had any kind of consistent contraction since we left the hospital early Thursday morning, but my feet are getting fatter, I've lost my ankles, and I cannot wear my wedding ring.

Hopefully - #101 will be announcing a sweet baby!