I've come to accept the fact I can no longer sleep. The belly is too big, the child is too squirmy, and my mind is racing. I would love to be able to sleep until I was satisfied. I guess my body is getting me used to not being able to sleep. In a few days (hopefully not weeks anymore), I will be awoken with the raucous sounds of my baby girl. I can't wait. As crazy as that sounds, I just want to have my baby already! I want to be able to hold her, feed her, bathe her, and be a zombie for her.
The doctor's won't let me go past September 4th. That seems so far away, but at least there is an eviction date. Most people in my family are hoping for August 23rd. I would be happy with any day at this point. The 23rd seems very far away. Each morning I wake up disappointed that I'm still pregnant. At least I'm not miserable. I'm still feeling good and I am able to walk around, go shopping, clean a little, etc. With my first I was a blob on the couch. Unmoving. Miserable. Spiteful. It's nice to have much better emotional control. Matt appreciates it too.
The doctor's won't let me go past September 4th. That seems so far away, but at least there is an eviction date. Most people in my family are hoping for August 23rd. I would be happy with any day at this point. The 23rd seems very far away. Each morning I wake up disappointed that I'm still pregnant. At least I'm not miserable. I'm still feeling good and I am able to walk around, go shopping, clean a little, etc. With my first I was a blob on the couch. Unmoving. Miserable. Spiteful. It's nice to have much better emotional control. Matt appreciates it too.
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