At 38 weeks I can safely go into labor at any moment. The question of course, is when I will. I can't even believe how much bigger and more uncomfortable I got with this pregnancy, I'm secretly convinced that there are twins in there. On the bright side, only a couple more weeks of this business. Until D-day, I'm pretty sure I shouldn't step foot inside any elevators or even any public buildings for that matter, just to be safe. With how huge I am, I'm sure that'd be a violation against some sort of fire code. (Plus, I've seen that episode of Saved by the Bell where Zack delivers Mrs. Beldings baby in an elevator during an earthquake. No thank you!) For the next little bit I'll be patiently (yeah right!) waiting with my bags packed, twiddling my swollen thumbs. Hopefully this is the last of the blackmailing "belly shot" series for a good long while.