We have officially made it to June. I love that we are having a summer baby. And not that May isn’t summer but I really like the thought of having your birthday every year in June. We look forward to all of the pool parties and spending tons of time outside.
We are all getting pretty antsy waiting for your arrival. I talk to your Gramma G for like 4 hours every single day about the same stuff.
When is he coming?
Any contractions yet?
Come on out baby M!
We are all very excited. And your Dad is getting a bit impatient. He is so jealous of people when he sees them with their own babies. He talks to you every single day about 10 times. I play with your little feet as they poke out my sides all the time but when your Dad does you definitely fight back. I cannot wait to see your little body in his big arms. I know there are going to be a lot of things that make my heart melt with you, but seeing the love on your Dad’s face and the joy in his heart just beam will top all of it.
I am going to miss being pregnant with you. We had pretty smooth sailing this entire time. Yes, I am completely exhausted because I cannot sleep for more than 2 hours for the life of me, but other than that it has been a breeze. I will miss feeling you move in there. The movements you make now are just like a newborn. You squirm and fuss just to get comfortable. I will also miss the way people look at me. We get smiles from everyone all of the time. It is a bit weird who decides to just strike up conversations because I am pregnant, but it is also nice. Everyone realises what a blessing it is to be pregnant and how beautiful it is. I will miss this.
We had a pretty quiet week. Your Nana, Auntie, and cousin went home leaving your Dad and I wondering what to do. I will leave the details out but we are trying everything we can to get you to come out of there. If it means swinging on the swings really high or doing jumping jacks, we are doing it.
And we actually put your car seat in the vehicle. We bought it weeks ago but since we had company it couldn’t go in quite yet. Honestly, it was a weird feeling. It made me never want to drive again. I fear so much for your safety already and you aren’t even here. We have a safe vehicle and seat so I am sure everything will be fine. You will just be so small and precious I worry so much.
Oh and we had your weekly doctors appointment as well. They went over the information from last weeks ultra sound, so as you know everything was normal. But one thing she said made me laugh out loud. Your measurements went down, yes down. This means you have moved into my pelvic. Last week you were 42cm and now you are 40. This is good news. But as she went over measurements she mentioned your body. Long legs with a short chubby torso. Yes, this is your Dad and I mushed together. He has long legs up to the middle of my body and I am short and stubby. Okay well if you actually look at it, it is your Dad to a T! I couldn’t help myself and just kept laughing. Everything else was really good. My blood pressure is still down, I only gained .5 of a pound, and you are on your way out…literally. I have been having a lot of pressure and pain this week, not contractions, but a lot of pressure. This is because you are breaking out. The appointment went well. This week we were going to check me and see if there is something we can do to speed things along. I went into the appointment being prepared for his…and completely chickened out when given the option. She said if she “stirred things up” we could be seeing you within 24-72 hours. When she said that, I froze.
I’m not ready!
Okay, I thought I was ready, but I am clearly not ready. When given the chance to see you sooner and not taking it….I’m not ready.
I also felt a little weird. I want you to come on your own, when you are ready. Because when you are ready, that’s when I will be ready.
So I decided to wait another week, which is almost your actual due date anyway.
As I walked to the car, I bawled. I mean ugly cry, laughing, and bawling all by myself. Why? I have no clue. I am pretty sure it was because this last 38 weeks just all hit me like a ton of bricks. I’m having a baby. I created a human being that I will take care of and love for the rest of my life. It’s happening. Not in months. Not in weeks. In days. It’s happening. It’s real. I am happy. So beyond happy. But so incredibly scared now too.
Oh and YEAH I finally get to share your room with everyone. I truly hope you love it as much as we do. We think it is so peaceful and quiet in there. I know the quiet part probably won’t last for long though.