6 more weeks…or there abouts…

So, we managed to get to 33 weeks this past weekend.  6 more weeks (give or take depending on when I can schedule my surgery) and I will have a baby girl and not a huge ball shape belly that does nothing be get in the way.

6 more weeks.

Do you know what it feels like to ride a bike or walk a long distance and then finally see your house or your car…you are exhausted but somehow already feel better just for seeing your goal?  You trudge along, maybe slower than you started, but happy that your goal is finally within reach.  You start to have mini daydreams about what it would be like to finally sit down and not move…that is what it is like for me.  My goal is finally within sight.  I am having daydreams about what it would be like to sleep on my stomach or my back.  I dream about not being sick at my stomach, not having to take my blood sugar, being able to be one person again and not two.

This pregnancy has been less than stellar for many reasons, and though I am glad and excited about the baby…I will also be glad and excited when she is here and I can get some needed relief in one form or another for once.  No more worrying if she is ok in there.  No more getting kicked in the ribs and my whole skeletal system being jarred.  Just me.

Now, I am not so naive to think it will be easy…I have lived with a newborn before…3 years ago…and I will have a preschooler now as well…But, it is easier to ask for help with they are outside your body…right now I can’t ask for a respite of being pregnant and all the shit that came with it this time around.

Yes, I am finally in the home stretch and can’t wait to cross that finish line.