So I am now officially full term. It could be ANY DAY. I keep having bouts of contractions that are 5 minutes apart. And I think, maybe? Maybe this is it? Then nothing. And somehow. I am okay with it. I wake up the next morning and keep at it.
And people say, are you ready? Sleepless nights and round the clock feedings and juggling three kids and so on and so forth.
And I think you know, yea, I am.
Life is, well, life is pretty freaking good. I have lots to get done, I keep busy. I have a sweet little house. Friends and family. Two amazing kids. An amazing dada who loves us desperately.
And this song comes on the other day in the car. And I blast the volume, to my kids annoyance, and sing at the top of my lungs. Crazy mama reliving her California teenage years, windows down, dreads whipping in the wind.
Its the end of the world as we know it. Its the end of the world as we know it. Its the end of the world as we know it. And I feel fine. I feel fine.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
the end of days
Author:
Sara
Label:
thoughts re preparing for baby,
where i am at
Yay full term! Wishing you the best!
ReplyDeleteR.E.M.! Do you remember hearing R.E.M. in Albania? Somebody who lived near the orphanage would blast music, and I'm almost positive that we heard "Losing My Religion." Cognitive dissonance!
ReplyDeleteAnyway, I am *so* happy for you that you are at term! I think God makes pregnancy so hard to make labor not scary, not scary at all!
I am curious, are you doing anything to get "ready" to labor? Reading birth stories, meditating, walking? I need to get mentally ready to labor--I'm already mentally ready to be not pregnant anymore, ha!