Well folks, I am officially 39 weeks, and 2 days pregnant, and the end is finally in sight. I am due this coming Friday, December 2nd, and I will go to the doctor tomorrow morning where I will get to hear my sweet baby’s heartbeat, hear reassurances about how well she is doing, and make our final preparations for her arrival.
Almost as importantly…I fully intend to beg for an induction. I sometimes feel like I “cheated” real labor when I was pregnant with Lily by getting induced (at 39 weeks, 6 days), and, frankly, I really hope I get to cheat again. And soon.
I. am. so. done. with. this. pregnancy.
Seriously.
I feel like I held it together pretty well this time around. Sure, it was more uncomfortable than I was when I was pregnant with Lily, but I feel like I handled it pretty well and even managed to minimize my waddling and general complaining for most of the pregnancy.
However.
In the last week, I have hit a wall. There is no more room at the inn, and the eviction notice is being drafted. I thought that the papers were being served one day last week, but when it amounted to nothing, I was mostly relieved that I could relax through our long Thanksgiving weekend.
Well, here we are on this side of the holiday, and the turkey is gone. (Well, not entirely gone, but Michael is going to make some sort of horrifying soup out of it, so it’s gone as far as I’m concerned.) The Christmas tree is already up. The baby’s room is ready. The hospital bags are packed. The last two loads of laundry are done. We finally settled on a real name for “baby sister.” There is no way that we’re truly “ready” for what is to come, but no one ever is, are they? I am fully aware that in spite of my personal discomfort, baby sister is certainly much easier to care for now than she will be on this side of the belly, and I’ll freely admit that I was sort of enjoying sleeping through the night.
However, we’re finally as prepared as we can be, and we are ready and willing to give up some of our precious peace and comfort if that means we get to meet our sweet baby very soon. It’s hard to know how it will feel to go from being a family of 3 to a family of 4, but I can imagine that it won’t be long before we can’t imagine anything else.
I don’t think I’d be normal if I didn’t worry about how this might be a rough transition for Lily. She is so very attached to me, and having to share Michael’s and my attention is bound to be hard on her at times. In the long run, though, I know that these growing pains will be forgotten. For as much as she gives up, I know that she is gaining even more.
A playmate.
A confidant.
A best friend.
A sister.
Love,
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