I remember finding out I was pregnant all those months ago and thinking man, this is going to take forever. But it didn't, I didn't take forever. It went by so fast and that is just a little crazy to me.
For the past couple weeks I've definitely been feeling very uncomfortable and very excited at the thought of NOT being pregnant anymore. Don't get me wrong, I feel incredibly blessed and lucky that one, I was even able to get pregnant and two, that my experience being pregnant has been 100% healthy and I've felt mostly great throughout.
But man, the last couple weeks are reeeealllly starting to take a toll. I never realized how hard it would be at the end. I am very excited to meet this boy who's been all up in my rib cage, sucking the breath out of me and basically jumping on my bladder for so long. It's pretty surreal to think that he could make his debut any day now. It's hard to really wrap my mind around, actually. We have everything ready for him but it kinda hasn't hit me that we will have a real live baby soon.
What has hit me is some serious anxiety about childbirth though. I feel like Dan and I have done everything we can to prepare...but like, how much can you prepare for something you really have no idea about? I just want to get on with it so I get it over with and have our baby already. It's similar to that feeling right before you run a long race - you're waiting at the starting line, in the dark and cold, you're nervous, uncomfortable and just want the gun to go off so you can get going already.
That's how I feel.
Dan has been such a great support that last few weeks....the last 9 months really. He is always asking what he can do for me. He rubs my feet, my back, helps me get out of bed when it's too hard to on my own, starts the bathtub for me when I want, and drives across town to get me the certain kind of pizza I like. I am so lucky, really. And our baby is so lucky to have him as his dad. He's going to be amazing.
Side story: about a month ago, we we leaving our apartment and noticed this green leaf-looking bug on our front door mat (we now know it's called a Katydid). Anyway, Dan carefully picked it up and put it back in a tree downstairs.
Skip to a couple days ago and we were walking out the door again and saw the same bug in the same place. Weird. I guess he likes us and wants to hang.










