I am almost at the point of this pregnancy where I could find out what the sex of the baby is, if we were going to do that, but I am not even thinking about that one little bit lalalalalalalalala.
Every time I am tempted with the thought of running and hooking myself up to the nearest Ultrasound machine, I grab back onto the little daydream I have in my head of what it will be like to have that information delivered to me along with my precious baby.
After all of the hard work and the intense waves of pain... after pushing through walls of IMPOSSIBLE that make me feel more like a woman with her feet planted firmly on the ground and a respect for myself and my body and God that increases with each natural birth, there will come a long awaited reward.
The world will go suddenly still and my ears will be tuned to no other words than:
And my husband and I will look at each other and cry and I will get to hold this amazing bundled surprise in my arms and wrap my heart around the idea of him. Or her.
I pretty much think about that moment... all day long. haha.
I am feeling so much better during the days now- to the point where I keep overdoing it because I am just so excited that I don't feel like yarfing. I run around town like a crazy woman and do errand after errand after errand until I feel like a toy whose battery is dying... that hits me right about the time I need to be making dinner for my family. Oops! Sorry, family! Looks like it's frozen pizza again! But look- I got a million other things done today that didn't involve putting food on the table!
I am trying to pace myself. Pacey pacey pace.
Hrm... speaking of frozen pizza, I need to go pre-heat the oven.