I am still pregnant. The doctor didn't think I would make it past Friday. It's Tuesday and I'm still pregnant. I'm 38 weeks... only 2 weeks til my due date. Jack was born right at 38 weeks and he was a big guy (8 1/2 pounds). I don't think I want our girl to get much bigger than that! She seems to be a patient baby... calm and gentle so far (not a hyper baby in-utero)... we'll see if that continues once she truly arrives. Because seriously, I cannot be pregnant forever. Right?!?!?! (although it feels that way right now) I have another check up tomorrow, let's see how that goes.
I know how hard life will be... no sleep, constant feedings, the big kids waking the baby. I know how great it'll be...sweet baby smell... snuggles...a precious new life. I'm eager to stop gaining weight. My yoga mat misses me. It's getting chilly, my feet are cold... I need shoes (real shoes!) to fit again...and jackets that do up! I won't miss the heartburn. I long for the day I can keep my emotions and hormones in check! (no more crying, less yelling. Irritable?? Who, me!?)
Soon. Deep breath and repeat: I will not be pregnant forever.