Done

I am so done being pregnant.

I want this moving little creature out of my body.

Well, at the end of the day when I switch from, my mom's guest bed to my recliner/rocker chair I do REALLY wish it could be my last day being pregnant.

I can't sleep.

I am uncomfortable. My feet are ridiculously swollen. (I have freakishly skinny feet most days).

So I am so tired during the day and cranky and miserable.

As I watching the "Baby Story" and "Deliver Me" shows on TV, it gets worse.

I WANT MY BABY!

I want to hold him. And kiss him, and see what he looks like.

I want to use those cute clothes I bought and was given.

Blue is not my favorite color, but I can't wait to use all that blue!

And as I talked with my mom last night I realized.....

Maybe elephants have it right... 2 years gestation.

As soon as this baby comes out, my freedom to do things I want are lost for long time.

Do I really want the screaming, and the constant diapers, and crying, and exhaustion?

Part of me said no way, (too late now, I know)... but the other part of me said.... yes.

My mind went back to the sweet face I want to see.

My mind went back to the sweet faces who also came from me.

All 5 of those faces were worth all the screaming and crying, and diapers and long , long nights.

So bring it on.

Gimme my baby.

The time is now.

The bun in this oven is cooked.

The timer has gone off.

Stick a big ol' fork in me I am done.

Well give me until friday.

My mom prefers the weekend. It will be easier with the kids.