I am not going to lie, I am ready to get this baby out of me! With 25 days left to go, and only 8 days of work left, I am feeling super restless. Part of me wants to stay really busy just to pass the time, and the other part of me just wants to lay around all day like a lump because nothing is comfortable. If I am sitting, my lungs feel crushed but when I am standing I have pelvic pain. If i eat too much I am overfull, but if I eat light I am famished. Everyone always said the last few weeks were the worst ones, and boy were they right.
But, I feel like my baby is a real baby now. In a few days he is considered “full-term” and it really is a miracle and an unbelievable thing that I was able to fully cook another human. It’s my favorite time of the year, and I am trying to just soak in the misery/ joy/ emotion/ raw feeling of this last little chunk of time. I’m in between beginning an entire new phase of life, and the spontaneity of when it could happen excites me. I’ll be back with a few more posts before he makes his debut! Xo