Wow, here I am. 36 weeks down, 4 to go. Its all down hill from here.
We just had a rather large and impressive baby shower, in which we aquired almost everything we need at this point (with the exception of a breast pump) and I am starting to freak out, just a little. Am I really ready for this? Do I really think I can handle a child?
I heard some great advice yesterday that I keep repeating to myself over and over, "There are a lot of stupid people in the world, and many of those people have raised children successfully. If those people can do it, surely the rest of us can." Hopefully I will be successful as well...or what will that say about me?
I am at stage four of the maternity clothes phase- meaning nothing fits and everything I wear makes me look like good year blimp. I feel like one too and it makes me quite irritably. Most of the time I just want to be left alone, unless my husband is around. Yet, he still doesn't understand how I feel (he things I look adorable). No babe, being the size of a small planet is not adorable.
As for the baby, she is a little over 5 pounds now. If she was to decide to jump ship today, she would be perfectly healthy. Although, I hope she would hang on until week 39 or 40, I am not ready for her to come early. BUT your never completely ready to bring a new human into this world.
All I know is, she has been with me every step of this 8 month journey and I with her. That is something that I will never forget, nor can anyone ever take away. I love this child more than anything, and I have yet to touch her face or grab her hand. The next four weeks will be far from boring I am sure.