There's an anxious anticipation running through my body. Something's going to happen. Something's going to happen.
Hannah's head-down, ready to do something. I look less pregnant than I looked before...something's going on with my body. My water could break. I could start having contractions.
Likewise, my blood pressure could creep up. I could start spilling protein or my ankles could swell.
OR even if nothing happens, Hannah's going to be born 28 days from now. Just like that. May 21st.