And here we still are! Well I suppose that's about right for me. Baby arriving tonight would *still* be my earliest by a few days, though in some ways this year has flown by in other ways I feel like I have been pregnant forever. Certainly I have never been in so much pain for so long at the end of pregnancy: it adds a certain something to the looking-forwards-to-baby.
Minnow is such a lovely round teeny bump, all baby, and all kinds of weird shapes as the little wriggler stretched and rolls around inside of me. Rowan comes and kisses my bump several times a day and says, "Good baby. Lovely baby. Get born, baby." Sometimes she adds the more selfish, "And bring my milk back!" Ha!
We are all a little bit on edge to tell the truth. I am so sick of my random crying fits, and so sick of worrying about how much longer I may have to wait with Christmas approaching and Morgan's birthday just tomorrow, with three other children who need me and currently barely able to walk to the end of the road, with all this "other stuff" - still. I am struggling to see the baby at the end of it all, struggling to remember why I was willing to go through pregnancy again. I am so done with it, so very finished with pregnancy.
Baby is clearly happy and comfortable. So we wait you out, little one, trusting that you know when it is your time. But, for the record, I have no objections to tonight...