39 Weeks…and 11 Years!

Today I am 39 weeks pregnant, and Denis and I are celebrating our 11th anniversary. (Of dating, not marriage.) We were kind of sort of hoping the baby would come today, but that’s increasingly unlikely…

Things I love about being pregnant that I’m going to miss soon:

• seeing her little butt stick out when she moves around
• feeling her little hiccups (although I do feel a teeny bit bad that she has them in the first place)
• evening baby belly rubs (not that the lotion has done a bit to minimize stretch marks…)
• Denis pretending my belly button is a microphone to talk to the baby

There’s so much more than that, but it’s hard to put into words…

There are things I won’t miss, but nothing too serious. Well, besides the bedrest. I won’t miss that one bit! (Ask me again, though, when I’ve gotten 3 hours sleep in the past 48 and the baby’s still crying…)

Chances are, by this time next week she’ll be here – and I’m excited and terrified all at the same time. I’m not thrilled with the idea of being induced, but I am thrilled with meeting this little person. And finally being able to call her by her name rather than “the baby”, “the pumpkin baby” or “little bean”! (Yes, Grandma, we’ve picked out her name, and no, we’re still not telling!)