Alright, I know I’m crazy, but I am totally ready to meet this little lady. As of today, I am 38weeks 5 days pregnant. I am tired and my belly is so sore I can barely rub it when she’s kicking to let her know I’m there. Maybe that sounds silly, but I like her to know someone is paying attention to those movements. I like to think it keeps her interested in doing them. Yea? Maybe!
I’ve had a pretty easy pregnancy. The doctor I had this past week commented on how empty my chart is. I guess that’s why I feel like people think I’m crazy for wanting her to come. Those who have had kids will remind me of how hard it is the first few months, and how I’ll be wishing she was right back in my belly as soon as I am sleep deprived with sore boobs. I get it. And they may be completely right, but I won’t know that until she’s here. I think it’s pretty normal to be antsy once you’ve hit this part of the pregnancy. I could have as little as ten minutes before labor starts, or I could be induced in two-three weeks. No way to know! The waiting game is not really one of my favorites.
This morning I had a nice talk with baby girl and explained to her that coming today or tomorrow would be a great first fathers day gift for her dad. If she doesn’t come, he doesn’t get anything. Is it too early to start with the guilt?
Alright, time to go lay in my chair! Pool time later today, and I am so looking forward to that! —Would you know if your water breaks while you’re swimming?