Waiting has been an emotional roller coaster. The extra hormones coursing through my body don't help.
I'm excited about this new life growing and all the possibility and joy that come with nurturing a new human being. I'm awestruck by the immenseness of that task. Then there's fear and anxiety that come with every transition that is an end as well as a beginning. There's the fear about the labor experience itself. It's unpredictable. Every single birth is a different experience. And there's the fear than comes with knowing that my life will never be the same and no amount of preparation will help to fully understand the implications of that.
The excitement outweighs the fear, and each day there's a thought in the back of my head, "maybe today will be the day I meet my daughter." Disappointment enters as the hope of "maybe today" fades, and I begin to think that I will wake up every morning too hungry to sleep anymore, roll over with the effort of a big belly, and wince as my sore feet touch the floor and the weight of the baby crushes my apparently full bladder.
But of course, hope returns in the fact that every day can only be another 7 at the most, and then we will have all the joys and hardships that come with this beautiful blessing.
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Don't forget to call us when Alex's cousin Hannah arrives!!
Of course! Aunt Kelly and Uncle Rich will be notified promptly!
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