In spanish there is a phrase that refers to the nine months of pregnancy as "The Sweet Wait". Well with basically a week to go, I don't know whether waiting is sweet or not, all I know is that the closest thing to reality about that phrase is that during the wait I've enjoyed a lot of sweets :)
Nah, just kidding, it hasn't been bad. We're both still here, just waiting, healthy, and ready for "D Day". I still feel pretty good! Some days more tired than others and of course starting to feel some pains and discomfort, which I guess at some point would have to come. I'd say my legs is where I've been feeling it the most. Although they're still not getting too swollen (unless I have a crazy busy day) they for sure feel a lot heavier and tired. My poor legs are not used to carrying around this much extra weight, but on those days when they feel extra tired or sore I just remind myself it's basically like having had a good work out! I mean, walking around carrying all that extra weight, it's gotta count for something. Then I just get pumped and hope that by the end of this "sweet wait" I will have some pretty awesome legs.
A month ago, when I was wrapping things up at work I was soooo excited to get this final month to enjoy time with Justin and spend some quality time as two before we become three. I had all these plans to attend some fun summer events around the city and do all this exploring/adventurous stuff before Baby Morrow's arrival. Little did I know that my body had different plans. I suppose we overrstimated my habilities for this last month and in just a couple weeks attending festivals, staying out with friends, and outdoorsy days were replaced with movies, homecooked meals or nice dinners around town, baby prep, and walks around the park or the waterfront. In my defense, this month also coincided with one of the most important and crucial times of the season for Justin, so it's not like he wanted to be running around the city and spending energy either. So yea, in the end our "one last hoorah" became a month of relaxation, reflection, and simply spending some quality time together.
As you can imagine, emotions are high and anxiety is increasing. With the final baby prep almost complete and her arrival anticpated any moment, there is really not much more left to do other than waiting. Hopefully she won't keep us waiting too long =) She continues to be crazy, eventhough we've been told over and over that as the final weeks approach they start to slow down to a lack of space, we've only seen the opposite. Baby Morrow continues to move insanely and since she really doesn't have much space left, it's been fun for her and daddy, but a bit more painful/uncomfortable for me. On the bright side, at least it gives me peace of mind that everything is in order in there and that she's healthy. In the end that's all that matters. At this point Justin is probably the most visibly excited of us all. Every little pain or physical change I experience his conclusion is I'm going into labor. He is convinced she's coming early, there was one week that every night before bed, he'd say "she's coming tomorrow". I don't know whether she'll be early, late, on time, or what not, in the end all we can do is wait and this wait, can only be made sweet by a bag of gummies...
...or ice cream, or chocolate, or cake...ha you can see where this is going.