I have only complained Once or Twice.
About being three days over.
Once because I have a terrible stupid no good cold.
Second because we are super anxious to meet this beautiful baby boy.
I know going over could only mean.. he's super comfy and God is trying to teach me patience.
It's funny how I thought the minute I stopped my progesterone shots I would have him. I also thought moving and packing would put me into labor. So we hurried as fast as we could to move. I was worried sick about moving with a tiny baby and all his things everywhere :/ here's to Tuesday and hopefully getting induced Wednesday!