I don't normally take my own picture in the mirror, probably because I find it so annoying to see the camera phone in the shot! But my belly was feeling so big last night that I had to take a picture to send to my sister. And, in the interest of full disclosure, I'm not wearing pants because lately the first thing I do when I get home from work is to get out of my pants. Even maternity pants feel too confining.
So, I send the picture to Jessica, who promptly responds that I am huge. And she's right. I guess I'm not as big as I was with Britton, because I've gotten no new stretch marks (or maybe just as big, but not bigger), but I feel huge. And I have been ignoring contractions all week, and a baby's head sitting on my cervix, and I know the end of what is my last pregnancy is coming soon. I keep telling people that he's easier inside than he will be outside, and that's true - second-time-around moms are privy to that kind of rational thinking! But I almost feel surprised that I'm due any minute now, like I just happened to look in the mirror in passing and said to myself, "Hmmm, that's a big belly. I should do something about that."
I haven't packed a bag for the hospital. Yet. I haven't had my cervix checked for dialation this week. Yet. I haven't had consistent contractions. Yet. I haven't gone into labor. Yet.
But it's coming, man is it coming. And we are so not ready! Though, really, we are. I mean, we have a crib, we have diapers, we have baby clothes. But we also have long memories, and the hubs and I fully remember how hard those first couple of months are. So we ignore our memories and try and borrow some of Britton's unbridled enthusiasm about becoming a big sister, because it's easier and feels better and makes us smile.
If I don't make it to Saturday, consider this my 37 weeks, 5 days picture.
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