I forgot how hard this is. How every last day of pregnancy lasts a year. (I’m 39 weeks tomorrow.) At this point, it just seems like a cruel joke. There is no baby. I’m just pregnant now and will be forever and this is my life now.
OK, enough wallowing. I know we’ll get to meet our little guy AT SOME POINT. Before we get into the newborn haze and I block all of this out, I’ve been reflecting on how this pregnancy has been different than the first two. Both on what I’ve done differently and how I’ve felt.