34 weeks

So in perfect harmony with the preg pics we took with Emmett, I remembered to take our 34 week pic right before bed last night. Whoops. Funny thing is, I don't really care about how terrible I look. And I kind of like that I'm wearing orange stripes with gray plaid (courtesy of Chad's jammie pants). 

Our friends are starting to say things like any day now! when I tell them we've got six weeks left. That kind of freaks me out a little sometimes. Especially since Chad works all day almost everyday and is just about never in a position that he can just pick up and leave for home if I go into labor. Picking up and leaving for home usually means he could be here in a couple hours. As long as this labor goes normally, that should be fine. 

Then I think about two of my friends who had their last babies in their kitchens because labor didn't exactly go as planned. 

Friend 1: contractions like normal, then her water broke, and surprise! baby's crowning. She had her little girl a few minutes after the ambulance got there. 

Friend 2 woke up in the middle of the night with contractions already 4.5 minutes apart. She ran around trying to get the last things in her bag and they left when her contractions were 3.5 minutes apart. Her water broke on the stairs down to the parking lot, they went back for her to change, and she had the baby in the kitchen. It's probably a good thing they went back. Otherwise the baby would have been born in the car. 

SEE? It totally happens. Gosh I don't want to give birth in my kitchen.