photo courtesy of Kate Weinstein
Oh hey! Remember me. Oh ya, I blog here every once in awhile. Just hanging out and being pregnant over here. We’re full turn ya’ll. 38 weeks! Woot! Woot! Actually, 38 weeks and 3 days to be exact, but who’s counting. I mean, this babe is only supposed to be here in 11 – count ‘em - 11 days. Let’s cross our fingers on that one. Like seriously cross and say a prayer. Of course, we totally wouldn't mind if this little bundle decided to show up teensy bit early. This mama likes things early or on time, and I’m sincerely hoping that our little one doesn’t take after Chase and show up a bit late. I’m prepping myself for it all at this point.
On that note, are we ready? I would say I’m prepared. Probably over prepared actually. The nursery is done. The car seat is installed. The stroller is ready to rock. Our hospital bags are packed and ready to head out the door. We’ve taken the birthing and breast-feeding courses. I’ve read about a million mom-blog posts about birth, bringing baby home and body post baby. And now, I just wait. Which of course is probably one of the greatest lessons in patience I have ever had to endure. And I consider myself to be a patient person, but I feel like life is constantly trying to teach me to be more and more patient. I feel like I’m getting ready for the biggest and best party of my life but have no idea what time it’s going to start. It's exceptionally wonderful and complete torture all at once.
Pregnancy since my last update has been a bit more challenging. Early on I couldn’t understand why women are so ready to be done being pregnant. My pregnancy had truly been so easy and blissful. And in some ways it still is. I love every moment this baby moves in my belly, and I couldn’t love my bump more. But friends, these last few weeks, they’ve been tough. Heartburn, swelling, fatigue, SI joint and round ligament pain, tiny baby feet giving little kicks under my ribs. Yup, all those “pregnancy symptoms” that I so joyously ignored for 7-8ish month came roaring in all at once about 3 weeks ago. I’ve been trying to stay positive and upbeat and grateful to have this baby in my tummy but that doesn’t mean that some days it isn’t really tough. I know that these aches, pains and discomfort are fleeting and in just a few weeks the swelling will be gone and I’ll have my baby to hold in my arms. And when the moments get really rough, I try to breath through it, focusing and telling myself, “Your body was made for this You can do this. Stay strong.” While it doesn’t fix everything, it does actually help.
So, now I’m afraid this baby will forget it’s supposed to come out. My logical and very intelligent husband reminds me that the baby doesn’t get a choice and that it will come out no matter what. But I’m so ready, so ready to hold this baby in my arms and love on it. I’m ready for the challenges (or at least I think I am?) of being a new parent and sharing in this adventure with my husband. It’ll just be the two of us for the first few weeks, depending on when this babe decides to arrive. And as scary as that sounded early on, I think it’ll be good for the 3 of us to get to know one another. For us to get to share this special time together and form our family. But I really can't wait to share Baby D with our family and friends and welcome it to the world!