2 weeks! Although I am uncomfortable as can be, I will take every single bit of that 2 weeks that I can. We had a little action yesterday morning and had to call in dad from his super busy opening weekend of Jersey Mike's for some back-up help. When he got home I passed out for a good hour and then felt a lot better. I think baby boy was just telling me it is time to slow down and stop eating my weight in food. Easier said than done. We celebrated grand-daddy's birthday at Hayes Barton Cafe (hello cakes) on Friday and had a Farris family reunion on Saturday (hello Lebanese food) and visited my parents new house Sunday afternoon (hello French Silk Pie Blizzard). I got a big ol' pumpkin growing in there! He has some big brothers to catch up with.
'Resting' with mom… So comfy.