Getting close to the end! The camera is not working again, so I can't take a picture. (In spite of the fact that Kevin used to moonlight as a wedding photographer and is a consummate technology geek, we seem to be awfully camera challenged around here.) I would love to say that I look and feel like this.
Ha! It's actually much closer to this.
You forget how much of a mom's job requires bending and standing for long periods of time till you can't do it. Not to mention driving. There are certain parking lots I have to creep out of because I can't lean forward enough to see around an obstruction, like trees, to pullout safely. Putting on nylons or tights is comical beyond belief but best left undescribed. I have passed volleyball stage and am well into beachball stage. There are only a few outfits left that I can wear decently in public. Pretty soon Kevin will have to haul the tent out of the garage for me.
Actually, I have been getting good sleep and feel better than I do at the end of pregnancy in the hot summer. But my glory days are past. With previous babies, leading up to and on the day of delivery, I have been in extreme nesting mode. Hours before labor kicked in I have hosted a party for 30 people, done a massive shopping for a family in crisis, pulled up old carpeting and bought new, remodeled a bathroom... with this baby we'll be lucky if my family has clean clothes and groceries in the house.
I know how very blessed and privileged I am to bring another child into the world. To have another soul to raise for the glory of God. This baby girl has already blessed our lives immensely and the joys of a new baby are boundless. (We are finding that the joys of every age child are boundless as well.) There is much to look forward to! In spite of the joking and complaining about pregnancy woes, it's an exciting time and I am trying to relish every bit of it.
But it will be nice to get off the beach and back into the swim. My earliest baby was born at 37 weeks, the latest at 39 weeks. However, there is a rebel in every crowd so I know I could possibly go to 40 weeks or beyond. (I can say it but Kevin gets in trouble if he even suggests such an unthinkable thing.) Too bad the older kid's lives just won't stop while I'm beached. I really believe we should bring back the custom of a woman's confinement in her delicate condition. (Although one would be hard pressed to refer to me as delicate.)
So I plug away, reminding myself that no one is beached pregnant forever. That everything is ready and I only have to get through one day at a time. That I can offer up the discomforts. That God is so good to let me have this baby. That every child is a great miracle and blessing to the family. I can hardly wait to meet her!