I am 38 weeks pregnant. Ugh. Makayla asks daily when the baby is going to come out. I wish I knew. I really, reeeeally wish I knew. Needless to say, I am DONE being pregnant. The thought of going one more week with this kid is depressing. However, at the end of the day, I only have to be pregnant for one more week. One. More. Week. At most. Happy day.
Makayla likes to give the baby hugs.
Both kids are fascinated when the baby is moving. Daxton likes to push the baby, and Makayla just likes to giggle when she feels the little movements.
The one downside to having the baby is that Daxton will lose his armrest. Poor guy.
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