Little back story here, when I was thirty six weeks pregnant with my son, I looked like this.
My husband and I had just moved into the house you see behind me, it took a lot of getting used too after our tiny apartment. One thing about this house was there was not a close the door without locking it option. If you closed the door you were locked out. So Midweek at thirty six weeks pregnant I am nesting and doing all the laundry, of course, I manage to lock myself out. If I wasn't 36 week pregnant I could have easily shimmy though one the itty bitty windows that were above our normal child proofed already windows. But I was thirty six weeks pregnant. So I did the natural thing had a big cry then went and knocked on neighbors doors. Luckily, the first neighbor I asked was home. I'm not sure how I managed to not freak her out because I remember telling her something along the lines of "I need you to break into my house for because I am way too pregnant to manage it,".
Unfortunately neither of us could manage to break in, and we ended up calling her partner home to do it for us.
Fast forward to two weeks post baby, and I finally decide I need a friend. The next neighbor was my unfortunate victim. I started to turn up on her doorstep until she had no choice but to accept me. Luckily she was into the same things I was with one exception she did not like babies, wouldn't even hold my little ball of love.
Spoiler Alert: he eventually won her over.
Now this pretty lady is married, and 40w4d. I am so excited for her!!!
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