At 39 weeks, we all have a role to play.
Denny is busy trying out all the infant gear and supplies that we’ve busted out of storage. He’s having a blast trying to fit himself into swings and climbing in and out of the pack and play, etc.
Daddy is brushing up on his pregnancy I.Q.
and joining mommy on some of these final prenatal visits to make sure he knows what to do if Baby Rae has to be born at home or in the car (just a tiny concern, considering how fast Denny arrived).
And as for me, well…I think I’m doing fairly well, but apparently I sound like I’m dying when I
have to get up and down from a seated position.
And the other day, I was really concerned that my face was swollen (I didn’t recall getting stung by a bee, but the mirror was suggesting that I had), and facial swelling can be a sign of preeclampsia, so I asked Dad about it. He quickly reassured me, “Oh no, don’t worry. That’s just how your face looks now.” Great. Mystery solved. Disaster averted. That’s just how I look now.
Come on, Rae!
We are all excited to meet you and have you with us on the outside. And my body is ready to not be carrying you anymore. At the same time, we are definitely enjoying these last days of really fun play time with just Denny. It’s crazy to think that in a matter of days, our little family will be changed forever by your arrival! We love you so much already. Can’t wait!