The Waiting Game

So, the Doctor said that I have maybe 5 or 6 more days left in my pregnancy. Looks like we might be having an early baby! Apparently, Mirah, you are taking up all the space and there's just not much space left to grow. You got bigger a lot faster than your sister did and with all your moving and shaking you could bust out any day! It's so strange for me. I walk around now without a clue as to when I'll see you. Could be today, could be in a week! Each night I wonder, will I wake up and make a mad dash to the hospital tonight? Each morning I wonder if this little Braxton-Hicks contraction is the beginning of real labor. So, rather than drive myself insane with wondering, I'm just enjoying the last few nights of full sleep and enjoying the ability to carry a baby to full term. What a blessing! I love being a woman. I feel bad that Dads never get to feel this. Sean said the other day, "You have a bond with her that I never will, don't you?" It's true. You fall in love way before you see them. You know their movements and even some minor personality traits before you watch them coo in your arms. It's so special.
So, as I start another day, dying to see you, I will just rest and trust that I will see you when I'm supposed to see you. Heck, if you haven't come after I've cleaned the whole house, done tons of laundry and scrubbed the kitchen floor on my hands and knees, then you're just not ready yet! :)