I will never again take for granted putting on pants, socks, shoes..basically anything that requires bending over after this baby is born...
Hm, who knew I could twist this way: while maneuvering shaving my legs in the shower.
These are all some recent thoughts that I've been having, multiple times throughout the weeks, that I'm sure every pregnant mama has had at some point or another.
I've had a lot of time for reflection over the past 8 months and while I am entering my 35th week of pregnancy, one thought has overpowered all of the others. It's more than just a thought though, but rather an overpowering sense of complete and utter gratefulness. Grateful. How can one word sum up how I have felt for the past 35 weeks? It can't, really. But I will try to let it.
My drive home from work every day usually includes listening to worship music and talking to our wee little one growing inside of me. I think about what it will be like to drive with him behind me in his car seat. What it will be like to cuddle with him for hours in the home where we're awaiting his arrival. What it will be like to watch Phil embrace fatherhood with the selflessness and confidence that has been such a rock throughout my pregnancy. And, over and over, I am brought to tears of feeling so completely grateful.
If you don't already know this about me: I'm a planner. I love to read, research and gain as much knowledge about something I'm passionate about as possible. This pregnancy has been no exception. However, even through reading and knowing exactly what my body is doing to prepare for birth, it still amazes me that it knows exactly what to do without my even thinking about it.
With 5 weeks left (until my due date, which is really a "month date") I can't say pregnancy is all peaches and cream. I have been so very lucky to have had a comfortable pregnancy, but, these days, this picture here pretty much sums up my attempts at sleep :) Bending over is also pretty much nonexistent so if I drop something on your floor, please excuse me while I don't event attempt to pick it back up. My thoughts can't help but go to the big day and just what exactly it will be like. I'm a little nervous but mostly excited. Excitement to see just what my body, and mind, are capable of. And oh so excited to meet the little person that is half of me and half of Phil. |
| 34 Weeks |
