Sunday, June 7, 2009
It's hard to believe we are down to the final four weeks. I'm pretty sure the baby has dropped, considering my acid reflux has reduced drastically and I can breathe a little easier. I have been experiencing a very wide range of emotions lately. One minute I'm laughing hysterically about things that are not that hilarious and the next I'm in tears because someone looked at me the wrong way. I think the time has come that everyone warned me about..."just wait, you'll want him out of there," "the last few months are a nightmare," etc. I can honestly say I want this baby to make his way out. All anxiety about giving birth has been filed away back in the recesses of my now fragile mind, and all my brain keeps saying is "when is this kid going to get the hint?" Of course I am excited to meet this little guy and that is another major reason I'd like him to make his way into this world. Mom and Dad are getting a little antsy to see all the cute little fingers and toes. It is still not 100% real to us yet, but once we hear that first cry in the hospital I'm sure it will hit us like a ton of bricks. The next doctor's appointment is tomorrow. Wish us luck! I'm hoping to see some small sign of progress that this ball is rolling.