40 Weeks!!!!!
Can you believe it? I can't really either. It's very strange to go from basically crossing my legs, praying against every contraction, and wishing for just one.more.day to being ready for this boy to come out. Being able to be told that it's okay to do things to encourage his arrival (they don't work). And to know that when he is born he won't (Lord willing) require numerous machines, medications, doctors and nurses just to keep him alive.
But, what an amazing feeling. An amazingly, wonderful feeling.
Everybody asks if I'm miserable and honestly, I'm not. I'm big and I get uncomfortable, but I really am not miserable. I think what I've realized is that I was truly miserable with the boys. I was stuck in bed and I had gained 10 lbs in 2 weeks. Everything hurt. Not to mention the emotional part of it. I had visitors come and I remember just not really even being able to talk to them because I was so miserable (sorry if you came to visit me!!) Compared to that, this really isn't anything. In a week or so I may change my mind if this boy hasn't made his arrival, but right now, it really isn't that bad.
That said, I ready to meet this fellow! The bags are packed and ready. Any time now baby :) Thank you all for your continued support, we can't tell you how much it means to us.










