Monday, September 10, 2012
It's still too soon for the baby to be born. The best thing is for him/her to stay in for a few more weeks, get healthier and stronger.
Yet in the odd selfish moment, I just want it out. A lot of this comes from pure impatience: I just want to meet this little person.
It's a limbo stage. And I can feel my body gearing down, preparing for the birth.
No more sharp pains in my back, very little tightness. It's all weary and achy and relaxed.
The baby's growth has slowed slightly - it's now measuring above average instead of WAY above average. (Steve remembers this happening last time too, but all I can remember is being tired.)
The swelling wants to happen and any attempts to stop it are lasting less and less time.
Exhaustion beyond belief.
I don't mind any of it. (Okay, maybe the discomfort when I'm trying to sleep aggravates me.)
The sense that this baby is on its way within the next few weeks is enough to encourage me to just go with it all.
Although my impatient side may be on the countdown now...
Posted at 4:28 PM