I had planned on posting this past Sunday, when I would have hit 36 weeks (9 months) that I had had my first - ahem - internal exam heading into the home stretch.
"You might want to get the car seat in the car over the weekend," my OB had suggested. I was 75% effaced and 2 cm dilated.
I had planned on driving out to a spot on the Columbia River on Saturday so I could snap a picture of a very snow-covered Mt. St. Helen's for Miss JJ's birthday on Sunday, May 18. Happy belated birthday, JJ!
I had planned on attending a second baby shower in my honor on that same Sunday. Mrs. Super Planner had flown up from Texas to attend as well.
That was the plan...
Instead, I spent the weekend giving birth to a gorgeous, healthy little girl.
Proving - once again - that nothing, I mean, nothing ever goes according to plan. But somehow life always turns out beautifully in the long run.
Pictures, name, birth story, etc., all coming soon.
And she already has Cowboy wrapped around her tiny little finger.