Check Please!

I am 37 and a half weeks pregnant! 

I can't believe how fast it went!  Wasn't it just yesterday that I was hitting the ignore button on my phone call from Nurse Christmas because I did NOT want to hear "You are not pregnant" again?!?!  It felt like a week ago that I sat and starred at my phone trying to get the courage to listen to the message she left.  Aren't my cheeks still wet from the tears that instantly started cascading down my face as I listened to the message, not once, but twice because I was SURE I heard her wrong?!?!

I remember everything about that day....the song I heard leaving Dr Godfather's office after having my blood work drawn...the excitement in my husband's voice when I called him at work and told him our four year nightmare was over......the reaction of each of our parents.......

...But most importantly how I INSTANTLY felt different.....instantly felt like everything in the world made sense and that my whole life led up to that moment......

Fast forward nine months.....

Here I sit on the brink of being able to hold my miracle....the one we prayed for so hard....the one we worked so hard for.

To say I am emotional is an understatement.

I already told my daughter when she first meets us I will be crying and I will probably cry for a couple weeks after that every time I look at her.  But I also told her not to worry.....these tears are purely tears of immense happiness. 

Thinking about seeing and holding her makes my heart swell up.....

With all that being said, the physical chapter of this stage of pregnancy has been torture. I am uncomfortable. 

I have the waddle down....I've definitely perfected it. 

We tried to go walk around  a store yesterday and I barely made it to the back of the store and I was near tears from the back pains.

My bladder has all but given up on me!


The past few nights I laid in bed in the middle of the night, unable to sleep, and I feel this body part sticking out of my belly.  I think it's her butt.....so I rub it!  Each and every time, she presses that little bum up against where my hand is and each and every time my eyes fill with tears. 

Although I will deeply miss that....I'm ready for her...to pick her up and cradle her in my arms and to smother that gorgeous little face with four years worth of kisses. 

I am ready to welcome our miracle into this world......