The last nine months has flown by so fast that it seems like yesterday I found out I was pregnant with a baby that was said to never be possible. We continued through the pregnancy with quite a few scares, a bunch of positives, and a few moments of sheer disbelief. Is this little girl really ours or are we going to wake up soon and realize it was just a dream?!?
Well, ladies and gentlemen, she really is ours and we have woken up quite a few times to prove it. Between her kidney, size, my uterine repair, and her umbilical cord issues the doctor said we would be lucky to get to 35 weeks. Yet here we sit at 39 weeks and 3 days waiting to meet her. I know her name, I have a gut wrenching feeling she looks like her papa, and I realize she probably has my attitude (eeep) but yet I still want to see what color her eyes are. How soft her hair is, is it really really curly or is it straight and will change later? I wanna hear what her voice sounds like, smell her baby toes, and kiss her chunky cheeks. Am I asking too much again?
The nursery is finished, her car seat is in place, our bags for the hospital are packed, her diaper bag is sitting by the door ready to go, our parrot is at her birdie friends house and my mom and doula are on call waiting to welcome this little lady into the world. For some reason, however, our poodle thinks she is getting replaced, not true, but she is very worried just the same.
We are ready! My body is done being a human incubator and we are simply just waiting...
Come on Baby Pancake, come out and play with your friends/family Karrin and Liam, they have come to the conclusion that it is not so bad out here...
