But instead of focusing on the end (which most people assume "I'm so ready for!" when actually I've loved these past 37 weeks), we're getting ready for the beginning. Last week I dreamed my water broke. Pressure in my lower belly is increasing. I'm hot all the time. I lose my breath just walking upstairs or trying to carry on a conversation. One moment I can't wait to snuggle a baby or tend to her while playing with the boys, and the next moment I'm wondering, "Oh $H#@, how is this going to all work?" Her room is ready, crib is made, diapers are stocked, and her bag is packed (and by default she's already an over packer).
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It was quite fitting to run into one of my bed rest nurses at the gym this morning. Last time I saw her she came in during her regular night shift to monitor the boys' heartbeats and today she got to meet them in person. Even better was the was music to my ears today when the doc said, "Congratulations, you're full term!" It's a stark contrast to what she said to me at EVERY visit when pregnant with the boys: "Just stay pregnant!"
I'm not sure where the time has gone, but July has arrived. And July means baby month:)