I am just about 40 weeks pregnant with baby #4. Every day that passes brings me closer to the sad reality that I will probably never get to experience uninduced labor. I was really hoping to go natural this time around and just "let things happen". But fears of the baby getting too big and experiencing a horrendous months-long recovery (like the first go-around) quickly curb my craving for a natural birth experience.
These pictures reflect life here at chez scoville lately. Me wearing the same bun for 3 days in a row. I haven't touched my hair in at least that long. Mostly because I haven't slept in days. I managed to put on some mascara to go hear Elder Holland speak to our stake today. Which you can see streaked across my face after crying through his entire talk. It was fantastic. Ava constantly by my side, jabbering on about random things. Or trying to convince me to name the baby Sally. She is going to be very disappointed on that front. Speaking of names, this is the closest we have ever been to delivery without having a name decided.
This pregnancy has actually been very pleasant (post-morning sickness). I have felt great. My veins (thanks to some fantastic tricks) have been so much better this time, and I didn't have to put on my compression nylons once. The discomfort is finally starting to set in, which makes me all the more anxious to meet this little girl. If we could only decide on a name...
