There's been a lot of talk this pregnancy about the chance of pre-term labor.
This has led to a lot of anxiety on my part. First and foremost for Peanut's health. But then there's the other stuff: the nursery's not ready, the house is a wreck, we have no diapers, blah, blah, blah.
And then, yesterday, at exactly 34 weeks pregnant, I just kinda had this moment:
Not in a practical way. Nursery still isn't done. House is still a mess.
But in a mental and emotional way. I'm ready for this baby to come.
Which is both a calming feeling, and a frustrating one. Because I'm ready. Now. And so now we've reached the point where we just wait for our youngest daughter to make her presence known.
And whenever that is, it will be okay. Because now... I'm ready.