Baby girl was 29 weeks on Sunday and I figured I'd better post before things change! People have been asking me how I feel and I keep saying, "great, this has got to be the best time of pregnancy!"
So far: I'm not tired, I haven't broken out maternity pants, the numb spot at the top of my belly hasn't made an appearance yet, her kicks aren't uncomfortable, I feel great...
BUT. I can feel it coming. That bend in the pregnancy road that lets you know you're nearing the finish line. I'm starting to feel my breathe getting a bit shorter, it's getting harder to carry a 5 year old upstairs to bed each night, and it's harder to find a comfortable position on the couch.
I'm not complaining. I won't ever complain. (ok, maybe once or twice to a husband who needs a little reminding of what I'm working with) I feel so blessed to have the chance to go down this road once more when there was a time I feared I'd never get to experience any of it. For the sake of that heartbroken version of myself and for all of the women who still long for this, I refuse to complain about any of it!
I'm getting anxious though. Getting her room ready for her is on my mind a LOT, I want to knit for her constantly, and I'm SO looking forward to the feel of that fuzzy bit of hair tickling my nose as I breathe her in. I can't believe I'm being trusted to be a Mama to another beautiful girl, how very lucky I feel!