The Waiting Game
So, this baby can come any moment now - my due date is in 3 days' time. Three days!!! It seems like such a short period of time has passed since I was counting the months, then the weeks and now we're talking days. Gulp. Am I ready? Well, how ready can you be? I've stocked up on rompers and nappies and breast pads and sleeping bags. The cradle has been ready & waiting for a good few months, the nursery looks lovely and we've thought of a name. However, I don't feel at all prepared for what is to come.
For the last 39 weeks, a little person has been growing inside me. I've felt it have the hiccups, stamp on my ribs with its little feet, press its head down on my bladder. My belly has grown and grown and grown some more. My breasts are no longer my breasts. I've seen numerous scans on which our baby wriggled around and showed us its 10 fingers and 10 toes. We've seen its little heart beat and watched the blood flow through the umbilical cord. I know a baby is going to come out of me one day soon. I just can't imagine finally holding our child. It's such a monumental thing - to have created a small human being who will be in our lives until the day we die, who will be completely dependent on us for a good few years. Phew.
Right now, I'm in no rush to give birth. I can wait a few more days, or even a week or two if need be. I can still get around perfectly well, can cycle to the shops and I'm enjoying these days of reading, knitting, pottering around the house and doing all kinds of things I never had the time for. We've got the mortgage sorted out for our new house, so now our current house is officially for sale and we have had several people come to view the house already. Two more are planned for tomorrow, so I've told the baby to wait until after that. I was offered the job I wanted at the beginning of last week and I went to HR to sort out the contract this morning. I will start after my maternity leave ends and it's a part-time job with exactly the hours I wanted, so that's a weight off my mind. All we need to do now is sell this house. And have a baby.
For the last 39 weeks, a little person has been growing inside me. I've felt it have the hiccups, stamp on my ribs with its little feet, press its head down on my bladder. My belly has grown and grown and grown some more. My breasts are no longer my breasts. I've seen numerous scans on which our baby wriggled around and showed us its 10 fingers and 10 toes. We've seen its little heart beat and watched the blood flow through the umbilical cord. I know a baby is going to come out of me one day soon. I just can't imagine finally holding our child. It's such a monumental thing - to have created a small human being who will be in our lives until the day we die, who will be completely dependent on us for a good few years. Phew.
Right now, I'm in no rush to give birth. I can wait a few more days, or even a week or two if need be. I can still get around perfectly well, can cycle to the shops and I'm enjoying these days of reading, knitting, pottering around the house and doing all kinds of things I never had the time for. We've got the mortgage sorted out for our new house, so now our current house is officially for sale and we have had several people come to view the house already. Two more are planned for tomorrow, so I've told the baby to wait until after that. I was offered the job I wanted at the beginning of last week and I went to HR to sort out the contract this morning. I will start after my maternity leave ends and it's a part-time job with exactly the hours I wanted, so that's a weight off my mind. All we need to do now is sell this house. And have a baby.
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