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Today marks 40 weeks pregnant. 40 weeks is 10 months. That's almost a year. Today marks 40 weeks pregnant and I'm 99% sure I will be pregnant when I wake up tomorrow. And for the first time in almost a year, I'm fine with that. 

I'm in awe that I made it all the way to the end. At 29 weeks I was scared he'd come any day. I beat myself up and asked the cosmos why my body wasn't made for pregnancy? Why couldn't I do this? But today I'm 40 weeks pregnant. And I did it. My body can be pregnant. It can grow a healthy, wild, funny little boy all the way until whenever that boy decides to join us on the outside. He's so much like both Justin and me already it's almost eerie. And the fact that I can pin point his certain personality traits is eerie too. But we've spent almost a year together. Both of us growing and changing simultaneously. He's active like his dad. An early riser like his dad. He's fiercely stubborn like both of us. And he absolutely will not be rushed, like his mother. I feel like we're on the same page today. He's saying to me, "mom I'm coming, just give me some time." And I know what that means. He'll get here when he's supposed to. I'm completely at peace with that. Namaste pregnancy. 

Namaste Lady too.