(Hi! I actually wrote this a week ago and forgot about it, so I’m actually 39 weeks and feel like my perspective has changed a little since writing this. I am however, still eager to meet the little one!)
My hospital bag is packed. I’m enormous and yet I might feel better physically at this point in pregnancy than I have the past 37 weeks.
I cannot turn my brain off. This baby has taken over 99% of my thoughts.
I have so many questions, but mostly I’m feeling eager.
Eager to see him and meet him.
Eager to get my body back (well, at least partially back).
Eager to know the pain of childbirth.
Eager to recover from the pain of childbirth.
Eager to hold this baby in my arms.
Eager to learn and grow along with him.
Eager to see him with his daddy.
Eager to drink a celebratory glass of champagne.
Eager to run again.
Eager to where something other than the three outfits I have had in rotation since January.
Eager for sleepless nights and for trying to figure out how to keep this little human alive.
Eager for the struggles, the tears and the explosive diapers.
Eager for snuggles and the smirks.
Eager to face these new challenges with my husband.
And eager to experience it all, the good and the challenging.