Counting Down the Long Days...

As much as I've loved being pregnant (only the 2nd trimester really), I think it's time to have this girl! Up until yesterday I really wasn't nervous to go into labor. Then I was talking to my mom and my aunt about it yesterday and they were reminiscing about their labor experiences and the pure pains of it all. I wanted to cry :) No, I really think I'll be just fine through it all. I'm actually really excited to go into labor (that will probably change once I start having true labor contractions). I've asked a lot of advice and seriously probably won't remember ANY of it, but I tend to just do my own thing anyway. Although I do feel ready to get our precious little baby out of my body, I'm obviously a little freaked out because I don't feel ready to be a mom. Sometimes I think that's why I was blessed to get pregnant without planning it at all. I really don't know if Matt and I would have planned to get pregnant within at least 5 years, but Heavenly Father needed this child to come, ready or not! I guess it's all about His timing and not ours. I've been complaining a lot lately because I'm so uncomfortable all the time and there are times when I want nothing more than to go lay on our bed and just cry. Also, the baby and I have become really great friends with King John, especially in the middle of the night; we pay a visit to him around 10 times. He's not really a wanted friend, and I look forward to going back to just being acquaintances. But... since I've been complaining a lot lately, I've tried to realize some things that I will miss about being prego. I love when she moves around (even tho it makes me sick) and slides her little hand or leg across my whole belly. It's like she's trying to say hello or communicate with me. That is really special to Matt and I. Whenever she gets the hiccups I get so worried and concerned; I just want to jump in there and make sure everything's alright. There are very few times, far and in between, when I love my belly. These times are special because it reminds me how lucky I am to carry this girl; that she chose me! I definately love how Matt frets over me and pampers me, but I don't think that will change after the baby (At least I hope not). Being pregnant really is a unique and precious blessing and sometimes I forget that. I would love any advice, ya never know when I might remember it! It might save me. Please leave out horror stories :) LOL