Last year, once I hit 37 weeks on September 1 and knew that Emery technically could be born any day, I started thinking of which dates I would or wouldn't want her to be born on. (Like I had any control.) I actually really liked her due date, September 22, because of LOST. But I would think, I'd be ok with this date because of this, or I really wouldn't like this date, because it's also so-and-so's birthday. Ha! But it was fun to anticipate what day she would actually come. Here is a recent picture...
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