The Last Few Days of Pregnancy

The last few days and weeks of pregnancy are generally grueling for any female who is pregnant. My kid's due next week, and I never thought I could get so excited about actually having enough energy to get the floor swept. I've stopped working a normal job, and I sit at home, waiting for the kid (Abbey) to make her appearance.

I've been really blessed in this pregnancy not to have had to deal with medical problems. I've definitely had my share of aches and pains, but the doctor hasn't really ever been too concerned for Abbey's health or for mine. I consider that a huge plus. We've pretty much slid through morning sickness and other maladies that can make pregnancy so much fun for some ladies. We've dealt with mainly a lot of heartburn and a lot of fatigue.

Mentally, I am not too sure what's been going on. I try not to think about the future with Abbey too much because I am afraid of fulfilling or not fulfilling expectations for our new lives together. Will I ever feel like I can get out of the house with her without needing to feed her every hour or wanting to take a nap? What about a job? I have to work. We've done the finances and seen that. There's just too much to think about. So, I just don't really, think, that is.

Every other couple in the world with kids has probably been through some version of the worry game, and they've made it through. People are pretty vague when you ask them how they made it, though. They don't offer too many instances of specific things that worked for them. Usually I just hear, "Oh, we made it somehow." I guess that will be our story, too.

Some women get really excited about having kids, especially their own. I'm not that type of woman. I am ready to meet my kid and be a mother, but I'm not too gushy about it. I've dealt with feeling guilty about that from time to time, but I've also come to the realization that Abbey will be fine in my care, and that I'm not a horrible mother because I'm not wanting to push out three or more kids in the future. One is enough for me. I'm not thrilled about having a big family, and I honestly never want to be pregnant again. Okay, I do think about adoption for a second kid. Maybe someday. . .

I can't even imagine what it is like for couple who actually want to bring their own kids into the world and they are unable to do so. I got pregnant and wasn't even actively seeking for it to happen. I've never felt too strongly about having my own kids. I figured as long as a kid called me "Mama," I'd be happy.

The kiddo's coming, and her room is ready. Her diapers are stacked in her closet and under her crib for the next month. My mama and my husband's mama are coming to hang out with us next week, Lord willing. I've read about being a mama until I'm blue in the face and my eyes closed by themselves. I've listened to advice and answered, "So, when are you due?" about 147 times in the last eight and a half months. Thank goodness no one's really tried to rub my belly too much. The end is near, and a new beginning is coming soon. I guess I should at least go walk the dog now to get some more exercise. Well, maybe we'll just call it waddling around the block. That might be a more accurate description.