One year ago today was my due date. We've got awhile to go yet before we get to the birthday, but we've reached the due date.
I sent this picture to one sister with the following caption:
"40 weeks and all is well. With any luck, I'll be much smaller when you see me. I measured today - 4 extra inches of bust and hips and 18 extra inches at the waist."
I was not "much smaller" by the time I saw her, rather I was still growing (and having a migraine).
To the other sister, I wrote:
"Well, I reached the due date. I still don't feel nearly as big as I clearly am."
That part was true. I was uncomfortable in a variety of ways, and I was actually huge, but I was consistently shocked when looking in the mirror.
To my husband, I sent an email about my traffic-related anxieties. It was the weekend the Bay Bridge was closed, and the America's cup was still happening, I think. I did mention that "With any luck, it'll be time to go to the hospital at two in the morning and the roads will be totally clear. With less luck than that, the baby won't come until this is all over.", both of which turned out to be mostly true.