So I am going in tomorrow to have a baby!!!! Its really surreal that soon I will be holding her instead of feeling her squirm around. Im ready for this to be over, I'm not one of those people who love being pregnant. But I will miss feeling her and knowing she is safe inside. I received this email awhile ago and saved it because it is so true. Even though I'm not in labor it still is somewhat the same thing, waiting to go to the hospital tonight or tomorrow, and hopefully getting some sleep!!! Just think my next post will be Sophie's birth announcement!
The darkness engulfs my bulging figure as I gracelessly flop to the other side. Peaceful sleep has become a thing of the past since somewhere in these nine plus months I have metamorphosed into a female Buddha. Tonight's restlessness, however, is not unwelcome. It isn't the heartburn or the frequent need to go to the bathroom that is keeping me awake. I place my hand on my stomach as you roll over and poke me with a protruding limb. The game of "try to guess my body part" has become a favorite pasttime of mine. Soon, however, the mystery will be revealed, and I will be able to see with my own eyes what has been causing all this commotion inside. For such a tiny life, you sure do know how to make your presence well-known. I can hardly believe that, before long, my tiny butterfly will spread his or her wings and retreat from the warm cocoon.
I glance over at your sleeping father who is oblivious as to what is happening. "We won't wake your Daddy just yet." I whiper to you in my mind. These private conversations will be deeply missed, as will the now familiar acrobatics that you perform. "No, we'll keep this our little secret for just a little while more." The increasing waves tell me that this will be our last night, and I want to hold on to these final moments as mother and unborn child.
The past month I have gone from anxiously counting down to feverently praying for this moment to get here. I already feel like I have been pregnant a lifetime. It's not just my body either that has been stretched to the end of its limit. I have gone way beyond the cute pregnant woman stage and have entered the "beached whale" phase. If I hear one more time, "Are you still pregnant?" Or "How far along did you say you were?" I relly think I might burst! (Pardon the pun) Don't get me wrong, I have loved carrying you inside me and am utterly amazed that my body has nurtured and been your safe haven for all these months. These past days though, I admit, I have been preoccupied with one though...."Would you get here, already!"
Now that our journey as mother and unborn child is finally coming to an end, however, I am not prepared for this melancholy drifting over me. There is a bit of sadness mingled with my joy of what lies ahead. I long to hold you in my arms, and yet, part of me still wants to carry on this special bond that we share right now. At that thought, you give me a gigantic kick, as if to remind me, "Hey Mommy, we still have that special bond; it will just be different!" My face lights up with a smile, and I am filled with an overwhelming sense of love and happiness. I am ready for our last night as mother and unborn child to come to an end and for our first day together as mother and newborn to begin. I touch my stomach one last time, caressing the now familiar shape of the unseen you. Then I remove my hand, reaching over to wake up your father. It is time.
-Author Unknown-