I still wake up and for that initial split second, I forgot that I am pregnant. Then I try to get out of bed. The months have slipped by and yet the weeks are dragging as I wait for this last month to conclude.
I’m taking it day by day. From one perspective, my body is ready, but there is no question that I need some time to tie up loose ends, since it’s a challenge now for me to do any one thing for a good length of time. Makes it hard to be productive on any given day.
We had the weekly OB visit this past Wednesday, and of course we discussed the possibly growth issue again as we initially did weeks ago. This time, I met with a different doctor who was not alarmed by the baby’s size. We’ll still move forward with the 38 week scan and see what happens. At that point the baby was in the 81st percentile for growth and she told me the real concern starts when you get into the 90s. I’m still hoping to avoid a caesarean birth, so I hope she’s right.
It kind of blows my mind to think that I’ll be a mother of two in a few weeks. It’s been bringing out all sorts of emotions, from excitement to fear and even guilt. How well will I be able to handle a toddler and a newborn? I’m lucky that Emma is such a helpful, loving girl. I don’t see her getting jealous of the new baby – she fawns over every baby we see and is full of curiosity. But you never know.
On the agenda this week is to start thinking about the hospital bag, finish putting away some of the baby’s washed clothes and complete the nursery. Please send some energy my way.
I hope everyone has a very Happy and Blessed Easter!