Our little man is officially overdue. I suppose I shouldn’t be terribly surprised. His daddy is typically late for things, too.
In attempt to let gravity do it’s thing, and to get out of the house for an hour, JB, my mom and I took quick trip to the farmer’s market. I must have had 7 interactions with vendors that went something like this:
Them: “Wow! When are you due?”
Them: Various comments about how hot/uncomfortable I must be.
Me: “I guess we’re trying the ‘sweat the baby out’ method.”
Them: Strange looks.