Now that baby is full term and could be born any day, I breathe one sigh of relief knowing its little noggin is cooked to this point shown in the picture. I was nervous to get to 37 weeks after beginning to dilate, but now that we know that doesn't apparently mean much to my impending labor I am really ecstatic to have made it to 39 weeks.
Baby's room is done, all the clothes are cleaned and are hanging in the closet. We even have the bassinet and bedside swing set up in our bedroom, sitting empty when we do not have to shoo a cat out of them. Sometimes I open the nursery door and just stare inside, wishing the baby were here. I think Shawn does that occasionally as well. We want this little wiggly creature in our arms.
Such a peculiar feeling is this: to be the closest I will ever be to our child while he or she is inside my warm, safe womb and yet, the strength with which I yearn to hold him or her in my angular, bony arms brings tears to my throat which well up in my eyes and burn.
Being pregnant is weird.
Stumble it!
