The most common thing I hear from strangers these days is: “Wow. You must be tired of being pregnant in this heat. I bet you’re eager for the baby to come.” I usually shock them by saying that I’m perfectly content to be pregnant because it’s a lot easier to be pregnant–even in the summer–than to have a newborn baby.

 

I’m writing this post on the eve of my due date (and scheduling it in advance), and I’m so thankful Tate has given us a little extra time to get things in order. Everyone thought he was going to be early (given the way he’s been lodged in