Hey baby girl!
The theme of these last few weeks is still uncomfortable, but for the first time in a long while, I’m sensing that the end is near. You are soooooooo low in my pelvis that I hold my breath when I stand up and have to kind of hobble-waddle around the house just to go from one room to another. The doctor says you’re holding strong at 1cm, but you’re moving around so much that I have to think you’re at least beginning your journey toward meeting us.
And that is so thrilling. When I can’t sleep because of heartburn and rib pain and charley horses; when I can’t sit because the pressure on my bladder is too intense but I can’t stand because it hurts my sciatic nerve…I think about YOU. What you’ll look like. Smell like. Sound like. What gestures and faces you’ll make. Whether or not you’ll have hair, and how much.
Your sister turned three this week and now she’s pestering me almost every day about when your birthday will be. She wants to be “Mommy’s Helper” so badly, and she says that she thinks you’re ready to meet us. If only she could tell us which day so we could make some plans!
The big projects are done, so we’re as ready as we can be at this point. I’m trying to remember to take it day by day — I’m listening to positive affirmation tracks while I work, I’m taking long walks despite the pain, I’m resting as much as my racing mind will allow and mostly, I’m just trying to soak in these final weeks with you.
I love you so, so much.