I didn’t really think we’d get this far.
If you’d asked me two months ago, I would have said I’d be glad to make it to 37 weeks. Now, as the due date looms closer and closer, we are still waiting.
Baby girl is as comfy as can be, and I’m not doing too bad myself. Sleep is getting a little tougher (as evidenced by my 4am post) but otherwise I feel great.
She still doesn’t have a name, and that upsets everyone except us. We are not planning on naming her before she’s born! And it’s okay! The world will not end if my child comes into the world without her name pre-assigned. No, we don’t have one picked out and are just keeping it secret. Yes, we have a few that we like – and she may end up not being any of them. All of these things are okay.
Things are no more and no less ‘done’ around here. I am not sweating it. I think that my magical “burst of energy” that I keep waiting on just keeps getting sucked dry by working 12 hour shifts. She is going to come whether or not her room is painted, the carpets are cleaned, or my house is perfectly tidied. It will all get done eventually.
I have been dreaming more and more about my delivery. I think all of my positive visualization has done wonders, because in my dreams, having this child is always perfect. I am so excited… not just for her to be here, but bringing her here as well. I can’t wait to see her face, and hold her. I can’t wait to see her in my mother’s arms. I can’t wait to know her.
It could be any day now. It could be a few more weeks – but either way, there is a finite amount of time left. She WILL be here. We aren’t really ready… but we really are too.
