That is how my doctor described my current state yesterday.
You’re getting close.
Not as close as my friend who is due in about 2 short weeks. Not as close as having to be admitted for having contractions or being dilated. Not close like I’m about to leave the hospital with my newborn and be a mom. For the rest of my life.
Today, I have hit the 8th month mark. 32 weeks. And although there are 8 weeks left to go, there could be less. And that is whoa-worthy.
These kicks are the best; they come regularly and I can see them just by looking at my belly. I’m reminded that there is a little nose and mouth in there and the fingernails have grown all they will until birth.
I’m still convinced baby is a boy. Last weekend at my shower there were a plethora of predictions. We’re just going to have to wait and see. Either way I just pray for a healthy little bug. Everything is really out of our hands. That’s why the pregnancy has been an emotional one. I like control.
This week went by relatively quickly. There’s much work to do in the office, yet I procrastinate here.
I hope I don’t turn into a procrastinating mama. That’s not a very good blog title anyway.