I’m not going to lie to you- its been a LONG eight-and-a-half months. But finally, after puking my way through fall, engorging myself through the holidays, and waddling through the past two months I am here at last! The homestretch- so close I can smell the baby powder.
The nursery is almost finished. The baby clothes and blankets are washed and put away. We’ve almost decided on a name. Time to start stocking up on diapers and formula. Every day the baby becomes more active, as if she too can sense our growing anticipation. Suddenly my pregnancy complaints take backseat to my excitement. We’re going to have a baby! April cannot come soon enough. Yes, I still feel like I got mauled by an angry raccoon and I’ll likely feel worse in the next six weeks. Yes, I’m aware that even after I have the baby I will continue looking like Jabba the Hut’s half-sister. Yes, I know I will be sleep deprived and hormonal and overwhelmed for a while. Bring it.