My heart exploded

at this moment. So much love for this little man, I can't put into words. I don't know who was crying more, him or me.

I'll write a birth story when I have more time, but for now I am busy soaking up every moment with him. Long story short, he decided to make an appearance on his own, and I went into labor Monday night. The induction wasn't needed after all!

Things my husband says

"I'm going to go work on the upstairs. You just stand on your head."

When we were discussing the fact that I was 3 cm dilated & 75% effaced on Friday.

If I don't pack my bags, I won't go into labor.

Right, right?? Because the ob I saw on Friday told me multiple times that I needed to have my bags packed, and I am in denial. I am 3 cm dialated and 75% effaced, which I was NOT expecting. So, that, combined with my diagnosis, makes her think I will not make it to my due date. I was not expecting this. I know, I know, you would think I would know better by now than to have expectations. Once I got this far, I just had it in my head that he would make a late appearance. He's taking after his dad with his lips, so why can't he take after him and his lack of ability to be anywhere on time or early?

Sidenote: Our renovations are NOT finished. I'll let you know if I decide to pack my bags anyways.