The last few weeks of pregnancy are tough. I keep wondering if I will be making it all the way to the day we decided to bring the babies into the world or if they will decide to come earlier.
Throughout, I keep saying I want them to “bake” longer…but I have to admit I am getting tired and anxious and just want to hug them on the outside. There are moments…more often than I’d like to admit…that I tell them it is okay to make their entrance.
Of course, I gave them some exceptions. Like Friday the 13th and pretty much every day before that because now we are officially at the one month away from (singleton) full term.
Don’t get me wrong. 38 weeks plus three days is going to be an incredible feat. But so is just getting through each day at this point.
Today, for example, I woke early with Greg to watch some tv after his shift. We went to sleep at 9 and then the big kids let me sleep until 11. When I made myself some soup for lunch, it wore me out and I started second guessing wanting to do anything else but sleep. Since that’s not an option, I made a list and put the kids in the car to shop for class treats for Evan’s class Easter party and food to last us at least this week. I came home to make a cheesecake, rest my feet, watch some more tv, and finally completely tucker myself out making pizza. Ok. That’s a lot for someone who should be relaxing to do…but it’s not a lot for me to be doing. A year ago, I would have added a 5 or 6 mile run, scheduling several blog posts, and prepping the week’s lunches to this list if not more. So yes. I am slowing down like I should…but maybe still not enough.
I promise I am trying to bring these babies into the world in April (I might be slightly partial to the month). I promise I am hydrating and keeping my feet up. I just am really ready to hold my babies and then beg for time to go this slow again (because it won’t).
How on earth did I do this with Arianna and Evan? She was born at 2 hours away from 40 weeks and he 2 days before. I got this…and can make it another 2 weeks and 5 days. Those last 24 hours might be the longest of my life…but I will do everything I can to keep making it.