term at last

37 weeks. In medical lingo, that means term. No risk of ever having to answer that my baby was a preemie. Sigh-of-relief. 

We rearranged some furniture in our room to make room for ugly orange rocking chair, so that means there's no room to take a picture in front of the door anymore. Good thing we got Leah one for her birthday. The only downside is that I had to crouch because we hung the mirror according to Leah's height. And yes, her mirror is filthy. Whacking that mirror is kind of her only form of entertainment each morning before we let her loose. Just call us parents of the year.

And, for comparison's sake, here's the shot I took at 37 weeks with Leah.

Which, if you were wondering, was the last shot I ever had to take with her. She was born a short 6 mile hike and 4 days later. I think I'll take a hike this week...