It's hard to believe that I'm already 38 weeks, that I've just hit term. I'm so close, and everything is feeling so much more real. She's positioned head-down, ready for birth, and really...could come at any time now. It really sunk in for Josh yesterday, and I think it was the first time I've seen him nervous throughout my whole pregnancy. Right now, I'm oddly calm about the whole thing, and feeling more ready than I thought I would at this point...mostly I'm just excited and feel so ready to be done, and have her in my arms. With each flurry of Braxton Hicks (which have gotten more fun lately, and by fun I mean not, haha) I wonder if this might be it, but nothing yet. So we continue to play the waiting game. My mother in law and my dad are convinced that she's going to come at least a week late since she's the first baby, but I'm really hoping that since I dropped so early, and dropped a bit more over the last week, that's an indicator she will at least be a little closer to on time than that.