Wistful

I've had a couple of days without any really uncomfortable or lasting contractions and so I've been a lot less grumpy. Yesterday I even managed to clean out the fridge, which I've been meaning to do forever. I still feel like I've got a ton to do before the baby comes, but that's okay. I know I can let some stuff slide and I plan on making good use of this weekend.

Today as I was sitting down in the shower letting the hot water run over my belly, I realized just how close I really am and I could just feel the end of it all looming so near. It's completely feasible that I could have this baby in as little as two weeks. And I was thinking about how, well, that's it. I've made a choice to not have any more babies, so I know these last couple of weeks are the last time my body will feel this way. Yes, I'm uncomfortable and miserable, but I'm also powerful and awesome. Every time I feel that baby squirming around inside me I know that I will not feel it again after the baby has exited my womb. This is truly the end of not only this pregnancy, but of this stage of my life. My childbearing years. For some reason today, I'm really feeling a sense of a chapter of my life coming to a close. It's making me a little weepy. I am pregnant though, so that's not surprising.

I think I'll try a little harder to cut back on the complaining and just appreciate this time for the awe-inspiring experience it really is.