I ran a two-part road race a while back. It started with two miles, followed by a break, and then a 10K.
The two miles were crucial because they set up the rest of the event. I warmed up, got mentally and physically prepared for the run, but didn’t get overly worn out. During the break, I took care of business (went to the bathroom, reset my music playlist, adjusted my sneakers, etc.) and then sat nervously on the starting line for my second start of the day. The waiting was by far the hardest part. I felt like I’d already accomplished a lot with the two-mile run, but had a longer, more painful and more rewarding race still ahead. I felt anxious and excited to get on the road, but nervous about actually making it through.
That’s the closest comparison I can make to the anticipation I feel at nearly 39 weeks pregnant. I have run two miles but have a 10K left to go. The first part of the pregnancy — everything leading up to being full-term — was key. But what’s next is the prize.
I’m SO excited to meet this baby, to be a mom and, frankly, to be done with pregnancy. That is how I feel about 50% of the time. That’s how I feel when I smell her little clothes and sit in my glider and look at our nursery.
The other 50% of the time, I get overwhelmed at how drastically my life is about to change. When I go into labor, I’m facing the toughest physical and mental challenge of my life. There will be pain, pressure and emotions I’ve never felt before — why would someone want to speed that up? And at the end, I’ll have a person to care for. The responsibility is absolutely crazy.
In the same moment, I feel ready and terrified for BabyBug to make her arrival, which is why when people ask how I’m feeling, my answer is:
Moms, did you share this same type of mixed feeling toward the big day?