This weekend is 40 weeks. Through yoga I've learned that your "due time" is really anywhere from 38-42 weeks, but even still, we can't help but be anxious for her arrival. It finally feels like we really are ready for her...the room is done (including the ever-looming armoire project!!), house is clean (wow! if you thought I was neurotic about cleaning before, add nesting instincts to that...kind of scary), the yard is in pretty good shape, our bags are packed, my last day of work before leave was last week...and so we wait.
I'm trying to take advantage of and enjoy this down time. Max and I have been enjoying many walks, I try and sleep in (impossible still for some reason), dinner dates, movies with friends...
Soon it won't just be us.
Soon I will dream of days I could have slept in.
Soon our schedule will be determined by a little person.
Soon we will hold our little girl in our arms for the first time. Until then, we wait in joyful hope...