It’s hard to grasp that I have a full term baby in my belly. Though when I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, it’s a little easier to believe. I have spent the past 37 weeks day dreaming, preparing, growing, and waiting for our little guy to come join us earth side. And now here we are, in the final count down, waiting for our full grown baby to decide to come out. It could be tonight, right on his due date, or even a few weeks after if he is a fashionable late kind of dude. I’m thinking sometime during the first week of March would be nice, but I know it is not up to me.
For me, pregnancy has felt very intimate. I want to bottle up all the details, Del’s little movements, the pounds gained, our growing marriage, the physical discomforts, and our excitements and keep them in a box, only to be shared with Zack. I have a feeling this last bit, where I am somehow simultaneously wanting him to stay in my belly awhile longer and also to come out right this second, is only going to feel more so that way.