Funny how tomorrow's my due date, and more than ever, I'm ready to meet this Little Guy...and yet, I've been praying that I wouldn't go into labor. Not yet. Please, not yet.
Several nights ago, the contractions were coming fairly hard, and like tonight--the snow was also coming down in a steady stream. And that night, I was stressing out, and praying, and Matt was assuring me that everything was going to be okay.
Everything was--obviously--okay, because I'm still pregnant. :)
The primary midwife lives 1 1/2 hours away, my mom lives 45 minutes away, and the midwife's assistant lives (thankfully!!) 25 minutes away. Our roads, unfortunately, aren't exactly the first ones around to be plowed, and I'm sure none of those three ladies would be thrilled to drive here on a snowy night, but we shall see...
Who knows? Baby might stay "put" for another week. :)