I have to admit I am starting to get a bit nervous. With only 2 weeks left until the official due date – April 21st – my mindset has changed from “Not yet! I need more time!” to “Get this baby outta me!”. Everything seems to be getting harder to accomplish – from doing laundry to getting to work in the morning – and my body is definitely letting me know when I am doing too much (which is most of the time). I had a few things I wanted to accomplish before the big day, and after getting everything done this past weekend it seems odd to not have a full schedule of events coming up. It’s WIDE OPEN. And I never ever have a wide open schedule. There is always a friend to have dinner with, a movie to see with the hubby, or a bike to be ridden somewhere.

This whole sit and wait situation is starting to take it’s toll mentally. I can only watch so much Netflix and feel like a big puffy, water-retaining version of myself. I am trying to relax, take it all in – these are our last few weeks alone as a couple – but I am starting to get ants in my pants about the big day. I find myself sitting in the nursery trying to imagine, just wrap my head around it, that sometime soon, very very soon, there will be another person in our lives. It’s like trying to imagine the ends of the universe – I have no benchmark to measure what our lives will look like on the other side of pregnancy.

So, for now, I sit. I wait. I imagine.