38 weeks....
Yesterday, on the stairmaster, an article in Parents magazine directed me to listen to the podcast Pregnancy Confidential ; each episode zooms in on one week of pregnancy. Naturally, I tuned into week 38. The hosts captured my attention immediately: "Week 38: You're probably feeling pretty desperate to get that baby out, and really terrified of the possibility that the baby might come out." They hit the nail on the head. I described this idea to Mike, and he said, "Well, not terrified , right? " I suppose he is right, "terrified" is not exactly the right word. It's more like, soon our lives will be forever changed. It's a big deal. I feel very similar to how I felt as I waited for Misha, varying between: a) I can't WAIT to be NOT PREGNANT! b) Trying to stay in present in the moment- wrapping up the school year and appreciating time with Misha and Mike...the miracle feeling elbows and knees pushing on my rib cage. c) Peaking ov...