Actually, it's more like 6 days until this little boy arrives. Last night made me sure that I am about ready for his arrival. I had the most intense pelvic/low back pain for two and a half hours straight. I couldn't sit down, walking around hurt like you know what, and laying down didn't help either.
I have my last final to take on Thursday and then I'm done. I will be so relieved when this semester is over. I will never have to go to school pregnant again.
I want to go to the tulip festival at Thanksgiving Point this weekend, I hope it works out. If it doesn't that's OK, too. Addie and I went last year with Natalie and the kids and it was a lot of fun.
I don't think reality has set in and I'm afraid it won't until I'm pushing in the hospital. Things seem so surreal right now. My poor daughter has been asking for so much of my time and I hate that I have to dedicate it to finishing this semester. Then I feel guilty because I don't have many days left where she will be my one and only child. She will have to share her time with her little brother and my time won't be available for her and her only. I hope she will understand how much I still love her and I will always make time for her, no matter what.
I'm super-nervous and I wish I could relax. I hate the unknown, not knowing exactly when, what, and how. I pray that everything will go well, that he will be healthy and that we will have a safe delivery.
His coming to this world has been something I've wanted for a long time and it's finally just about here. I don't feel ready at all, but do you ever really feel ready? Even if it's something you've always wanted? One thing I know is that he is going to be one loved little boy and his presence has been longed for in our house.
See you soon little guy...
