At 38 weeks 3 days pregnant, I can honestly say I am ready to meet this kid. His room is perfect, the house is clean, bags have been packed (and repacked), we are registered at the hospital, my camera battery is charged, I finished up my 2015 photo book and have backed up last year’s pictures… The “to-do” list that seemed ridiculously long a month ago is all checked off. Being a crazy organized, type A person has paid off. I am ready.
It doesn’t help that I am officially to that really uncomfortable part of pregnancy where your entire body hurts. In the last week, I’ve started dealing with some pretty crazy swelling and my feet resemble tree trunks more often than not. It’s quite painful. Last week, I started having random contractions off and on, but they always seem to go away. They don’t hurt yet, but they do stress me out quite a bit considering I’m two hours away from the hospital and completely clueless as to what labor will actually feel like. At my last doctor’s appointment, my OB promised that I will know when it’s the real thing and that I will be able to make it to Amarillo without any problems. I sure hope he’s right.
It is so hard to be patient. I’ve waited a very long time for this baby and I am ready to hold him. Of course, I realize there is a lot of joy to be found in this season of life.
There is joy in savoring these last moments with my husband before we officially become parents. I know it’s going to be hectic and crazy, so I’m enjoying quiet dinners together. We’ve gone to the movies, ate out numerous times, watch every Thunder game on television, and last night just set in front of the fireplace in complete silence. We know it’s the calm before the storm and we are soaking up these precocious moments together.
There is joy in having nothing to do and just getting to rest. I’ve taken naps and watched a ridiculous amount of Netflix these last few weeks. I eat when I want and sleep when I want. Every evening, you can find me soaking in my giant bathtub. It’s my happy place and I take advantage of it.
There is joy in getting seven hours of sleep a night- even if I’m awake every two hours to pee. It may take me ten hours, but I’m getting plenty of rest.
There is joy in feeling my little boy kicking inside of me. I know I will miss my round belly and his kicks- even the ones that knock the breath out of me.
There is a huge amount of joy in carrying my child to term and having such a normal pregnancy. I know mother’s of premies that would do anything to make it this far. I feel silly complaining when every day means my little guy will be a bit chubbier and healthier.
There is joy in the waiting game… We will get to meet our little guy soon and it will be totally worth every second of waiting.