i’ve entered that stage of pregnancy where i’ll be at a store and a stranger will exclaim, “that baby is COMING! WOW! THAT BABY IS COMING!” as though i just leaned over in the middle of the aisle and my water broke and now i’m delivering a baby. i’d like to think i look pleasant and normal when passing by but i don’t know, maybe i do look really uncomfortable and like i’m going into labor. :/
we were able to make it out to chicago over the weekend for the wedding of some of our dear friends, juuuussst in the nick of time too before my “no fly date” which the doctor gave me in the spring. i am so grateful i was able to go and be there and celebrate with them. i was getting nervous the last couple of weeks with my usual paranoia and worry that always accompany my pregnancies that somehow i wouldn’t be able to make it. but i made it! and it was such an honor to get to be there with my family and good friends and celebrate with them.
these final few weeks of pregnancy are always a little up and down for me. after 30-something weeks, you forget you’re not going to be pregnant forever and that this is almost over. it’s kind of a bittersweet. it’s like, i’m ready to be able to lean down and pick something up off the floor with ease, or tie my shoe, or just roll onto my stomach at night when i’m sleeping. i’m ready to not feel heartburn anymore, because that sucks. i’m anxious to just hold my baby, and know for certain that he or she is healthy and alright. and i’m crazy anxious to find out if baby is a boy or girl! because i still haven’t a clue at this point and the anticipation is killing me this round. but mostly, i’m ecstatic to meet my little one and to feel all the good and peace and love a new baby brings.
here’s to the last few weeks!