Anxiously waiting

I'll be honest, I'm done being pregnant. Not done in a physical sense, I still feel pretty great (unfortunately), but done mentally. Because 9 or 10 months - however long this thing lasts - is a really long time.

I want to not have a giant rock hard belly, feel like a walrus, sweat constantly, and not fit into any of my clothes. I want to lie on my stomach and run without feeling like my uterus is about to fall out. Mostly though, I just really want to meet my baby. I'm ready for my reward, MY baby. It makes me feel like a crazy, possessive lady thinking about how much I want to hold him. The thought of labor sounds glorious to relieve me of this massive rib-cracking belly and I welcome the pain (for now) so that we can finally meet our boy. I just know he's beautiful and hopefully a little chubby with some brown hair on his head.

Looking back on the day we found out we were pregnant, this all seems to have gone so quickly. Yet I feel like so much has already changed, even without our baby making his appearance. We already feel more like a family and our house more like a home. Jeff feels more like my husband than ever before, which I know sounds weird and I don't really know how to explain it. It's a good feeling though. However uncomfortable I may be, I'm in a good place and really truly happy.

So for tonight I will line up all of the baby gear that has invaded our house and take a picture of it because I really just can't wait to use it all.