I’ve been on maternity leave for the better part of a week and a half now, and I have to admit, I’m pretty lucky. Though my dreams of sleeping until 11:00 and baking up a storm, while at the same time having the house immaculate (and having lunch dates with friends and family) are pretty much out the window thanks to my overwhelming back and pelvic pain, I’m doing pretty well.
The list of last-minute to-dos is dwindling. Honestly, I have about five more things to do before baby gets here, and several of them are things that would just be ‘nice’ to finish. You know…putting legs on the change table, taking books back to the library. Things that will get done eventually, if not today (or by me).
Its absolutely mind-boggling to me that the tiny human growing inside me is fully formed, and ready to meet the world. That, on any given day, in a matter of hours (or days, I suppose), she could decide that its time to pay us a visit, and be OUT. Rather than carrying her around in my uterus, I could be carrying her around in my arms. Isn’t that just a baffling thought to wrap your head around? I still have to shake myself when I walk by the stroller that’s parked in my living room, or trip over the Pack n Play beside my bed…there’s going to be a real live infant inhabiting these things in the near future.
Even if I’m overdue, and they have to induce me (praying, please no), she will be here in NO MORE than three weeks. And that’s worst case scenario. The more likely situation, based on where she’s sitting and things my midwife has hinted at…she’ll be here in the next week or so. What. The. Heck.
Excited doesn’t even really begin to cover it.