Today I wore Crocs.

This is a completely unprecedented event, and one I swore would never happen. But my mom totally blindsided me and let me try on her awesomely comfortable flip-flops today. Little did I know that they were Crocs.



When I realized they were Crocs, I had a total WTF?! moment. Seriously. I hate Crocs. They are ugly beyond reproach. I make fun of my sister-in-law (in good fun) for wearing mary jane Crocs. But honestly, my weary feet loved my mom's Crocs. I wore them all day.

In other news, yes, I'm still pregnant! Roy and I have decided that no matter what happens at our appointment on Friday, we are going to go ahead and let them induce me whenever they are able to fit me in at the hospital. I think going a week overdue is plenty. We've been walking a lot, and I'm bouncing on my exercise ball as I write this. So I've been making a good effort to get things moving on my own. But I honestly can't wait anymore. If I go on my own before being induced, great! That's the best case scenario here. But at this point, I am ready. I am over my emotional yaya's from yesterday, I am prepared as I can be, and in the last week or so, I have gotten to be pretty damn uncomfortable. The pelvic and abdominal pressure is insane. I truly feel like Charlie is going to punch through my stomach sometimes. I can barely get out of bed on my own. I feel huge. I am ready to meet this kid already!

And speaking of Charlie, he is definitely his mother's son. I have been trying to catch his antics on video all night, and as soon as I start filming, he stops using my stomach as a punching bag and gets really quiet. Crazy, stubborn kid. I'll keep trying, though. Because I'm stubborn, too.