In the past month, I’ve lost count how many times I have been asked, “aren’t you ready to have this baby here and be over pregnancy?” or something along those lines as people have eyed my ever growing belly.
I’m approaching 38 weeks in a few days and I can still honestly say that.
No. No, I am not quite ready.
Yes, I’ve had insane morning sickness this pregnancy, my hips are sore, I run to the bathroom more times a day than I can count and I practically snack on antacids some days due to heartburn.
I’ve worn a belly support band to bed almost nightly during the second half of my pregnancy due to round ligament pain so intense I can’t roll my beached whale of a self over in bed. Instead having to wake my husband and ask for his help while blinking back tears from the pain.
And, yet I’m still not ready.
Yes, we have the house and preparation pretty much ready (ie, car seat is installed, plenty of diapers, clothes are washed, etc.).
Yes, we are all 3 excited to meet her and looking forward to her arrival.
But I don’t want to rush it.
She needs another week and a half to be full term. This matters. I want her to be as strong & healthy as possible.
This is it. My last pregnancy. I want to enjoy every last little moment of feeling her kicks and even those painful hiccups! I want to savor the last little bit of knowing exactly where she is, that she’s completely safe, secure and every need met.
I want to enjoy the last little bit of our family being just 3. It’s going to change (in a good way) but I still want to enjoy this moment while it’s here.
Life goes fast.
So, yes, I am excited and looking forward to meeting her, but give us just a teeny bit more time. And then someone find the pause button so I can savor every bit of the moments to follow. I don’t want to miss a thing.