More or less 3 weeks. That’s all that’s left of this amazing experience called pregnancy. A part of me is looking forward to the end. Birth is gonna be exciting, I will finally get to meet this little boy, and will have a little bit more freedom to do with my body what I want to do: Sleeping on the belly, eat junk food, run and sweat, … not to mention having fewer bathroom breaks.
Nine months is a long time. But it was mostly fun, exciting, and very special. Over the last few months I have already gotten to know the little boy bit by bit. I know his sleep rhythm, that he doesn’t like cold or heat, and what he likes to eat. We have been listening to music together, been to the beach, and went through many sleepless nights together. Those were very intimate moments that only him and I would share and there will definitely be more to come.
The past few weeks have gotten a little rougher again. I practically wake up every two hours all night long and sometimes can’t go back to sleep for a few hours. Therefore I am super tired at work with a slow brain while I am still trying to finish up some projects before I go into labor. In addition to that we have been trying to finish up all preparations for baby and I have developed a serious form of nesting. Every evening after work I would sew crib bedding, wash baby clothes, clean the house, the car, etc. Now everything is set and we are ready as can be to welcome our boy.
After a few weeks of doubt about his position, we finally got confirmation that he is lying head down and in the perfect position to be delivered vaginally. I am looking forward to that crazy experience and am ready to lose complete control for once in my life. It’s gonna be a challenge, but I’m up for it.