If you follow my blog, or follow me on Facebook, you know I’m pregnant. 38 and a half weeks pregnant right now to be exact. I have officially reached the “OMG I’m so tired of this” stage of pregnancy…

The above photo was taken this week. Baby Babb and I initially made a deal, that he would stay in long enough for me to get my hair done. As you can see, I made it… But he’s decided that he’s not coming out yet.

Yesterday, I started really trying to encourage him to come. I don’t think I spent more than 5 minutes off my feet. I cleaned, I danced, I walked and walked. I did squats. I’ve had contractions for weeks… And after all that yesterday, not a single contraction. Last  night,  I sent the hubs to the grocery store and told him to come back with fresh pineapple and pineapple juice. We’re going to give that a try, along with some good old fashioned sex.

Why? Because it’s time for us to meet Baby Babb… So, guess what Baby Babb, you are being evicted. Please, kindly, get out!