38 weeks on Thursday.... The story of my first pregnancy is almost at its end.
Anytime in the next few weeks John and I will officially become parents.
And despite the fact that becoming a parent is absolutely terrifying, we are soo ready and excited to finally hold our baby girl.
We have everything for her all ready to go, which is making the wait that much harder! Everyday waking up to see an empty bassinet and seeing all her stuff just makes me want her out so much more.
John is feeling the same. We'll be sitting on the couch surrounded by all baby girl's gear and he'll say, "I just want her to be here already!" Or "We're having a baby!"
To sum it up we are just a tad bit excited and probably getting a bit impatient. But it's not our fault. All throughout pregnancy the baby actually making her exit is this abstract thing, and then the end comes and you realize that the due date is a big fat guess! The baby could be a few weeks early or even a few weeks late, knock on wood. This due date that has been drilled into your head no longer means anything!
And truly any day could be her birthday. Especially in my case where my body is getting ready, baby is getting ready and those contractions that always seem to stop after a few hours or just come and go all day are getting more consistent every day. At any moment they could just decide to stay to aid baby girl in her big entrance into the world.
