Don’t mind the terrible quality. It’s taken from my non-iPhone.
I’m getting close! I can almost smell him now.
As much as I enjoy pregnancy, I will fully admit I am done. I am ready. I am over it. Maybe it’s because technically I have been pregnant for over a year, with a few months break in between. I have waited a looong time to have this kid. I just want to hold my baby. To kiss him. To cuddle him, to dress him, to feed him. Will he have hair? Will he look like me? Like the husband? Will he be cute? (C’mon every mom worries about this.) These last few weeks are always so agonizingly slow.
Surprisingly I’m not dreading labor. I actually enjoyed it last time around (to an extent). I just hope this one goes as smoothly. Can I handle another non-medicated birth? We’ll see.
For now though I’m feeling plenty of pushes and head-butts to the cervix (OUCH), lots of bladder squishing, cute little hiccups, bum all up in my ribs, and elbows, knees and feet sticking out in odd ways. And the braxton hicks contractions are always fun.
As for the name? It’s a secret. Well not really. Some people I’ve told, others I am not as forthcoming. It’s a good name. Unique, masculine and I can’t wait until I can use it for real!
P.S. Diva is watching me write this post. She told me, “You look awesome in that picture. Very stylish.” She has low expectations.