I am a watched pot over here in the 40th week. One of my pregnancy apps has ceased giving me anymore updates because there are only so many ways you can say, “Your baby is pretty much done growing and should be here any day now!”. No hard feelings, pregnancy app. I get it. I thought I had myself a nice collection of inappropriate/over the top/just downright weird things said to me while pregnant. But the past few days have given the whole nine months a run for their money. If you think people have no boundaries before, just wait until you’re full term. For everybody’s sake I try to keep a good humor about it (while texting my PG-13 responses to Andrew, of course). Mostly though? I’m just really, really excited. Each night that I go to kind-of-sleep still pregnant is exhausting and sometimes painful, but its also THAT much closer to her being here. There’s this feeling of imminence in my bones that is keeping my spirits high.
It’s been a hell of a year.