19 weeks? (just guessing)
39 weeksHow is it possible that a grain of rice surges into a 7 lb baby in only 9 months time?
Ahh but I am tired and ready to move past this stage, let me have my baby in exchange for prelabor contractions, let me have all night nursing marathons versus all night run to the bathroom marathons, let me cuddle this child that has been created inside me instead of this pillow I use to prop up my belly that lays in front of me like a entity completely separate from myself.
Friends make me laugh, friends make the way easier and better. Love, concern, impatience for me. It sinks deep inside my soul and refreshes what becomes empty.
This is honestly the best of times and the worst of times. Things hurt that I had not even known were an actual feeling part of me, I hover on the edge of going into labor, I sit on the side of the cliff and swing my legs in the breeze. Somebody please, push me over the edge!!
My husband laughs as he sees me walk from the bed to the bathroom and back and forth and back and forth. He watches in amazement as a small foot pushes out hard and travels across the globe of my belly. He carefully touches it and pushes it back in. The foot pushes back strongly and we both have to laugh. I try to reconcile in my head that this belly that is warm and alive with a life of its own will convert into a child. A baby that will sleep and nurse and live.
Come baby, come because I am so ready to have you in my arms and so tired of having you in my belly!