Time to wait.
People ask, "are you ready?" Chuckle.... "NO!" But, who ever really is? Is it possible to be fully prepared to bring a new human life into the world? Seriously, if it is possible PLEASE someone fill me in.
At least I have the advantage of experience. I'm kind of like the Bitch that has mellowed after producing a few litters. It's only a little sad because she's also lost her own puppy spunk...
I've graduated to the, "I'm tired... Hand me the pickles... These pillows aren't cutting it... Where's my fan?... Damn machine is shrinking everything!!... What do you mean Attitude?.." phase of pregnancy. This is about the time that those close to me start "suggesting" helpful methods for speeding things up a bit. (Although, those who have experienced postpartum Cherie are a little more long-suffering with this phase.)
The major milestones have passed. Kids are settled back in school. Daughter's slumber party was a success. Car seat has been acquired. And, most significantly, Biscuit's daddy, Klee, has arrived and is actively lightening my load. I'm officially 37 weeks today. FULL TERM. Time to exhale (briefly). That, and eat the broccoli-cheese soup, biscuits (the non-baby kind) and pie that Klee has been creating for us in our tiny Belmont Cottage Kitchen.
37 weeks, 1 cm dilated, baby engaged.
Ready or not...
|Rocking chair ready to serve.|