I am so thankful that my inside baby is healthy, and I do not want him to be born premature. However, I am SO done being pregnant. I guess because it's my 3rd, the end of pregnancy has been harder. I feel HUGE. I have trouble bending over to put my shoes on. I am tired all the time, yet my pregsomnia has returned. The heartburn is in full effect, and this is my first time experiencing the pregnancy waddle- there's so much pressure that sometimes I literally waddle around because it's the only semi-comfortable way to walk. This baby is pretty active, and his movements are starting to hurt, I guess because he's running out of room, or because my uterus is all stretched out from having 3 kids in 4 years. My pregnancy brain has reached new levels- forgetting to go to the store on my way home (when I said I would while I was in the car- on my way home!), going to the doctor at the right time, wrong office, etc.
Something similar happened with Gavin. See, I had Kadence at 37 weeks, so when I found myself passed 37w, approaching 38 with Gavin, I was done. I felt like he was "late". Sure, it's not logical, but it made perfect sense to me at the time. But here I am, at only 35.5 weeks, hoping and praying he's born on New Year's Eve- that day, I will be full term. Now, of course I want him to come when he is ready and not a minute sooner. I just REALLY hope he's ready sooner rather than later. I still have a month (to the day) before my due date...and then that's just an estimate. He could take up to another two weeks! I can't do six more weeks. My poor husband, who has been an angel, can't take it either!
That's all. I am just ready. So so ready. Maybe this is God's way of helping me get over my fear of having 3 kids. Having 3 can't be as tough as this....right?