Wow, you look like you are ready to pop! 

You must be so ready to have that baby. 

These are frequent comments that I hear at the grocery store, doctor’s office, work, Target…pretty much everywhere I go.  They, of course, are commenting on the dark circles under my eyes, my large protruding belly, and overall tiredness that surely shows on my face.  It is almost as they can feel the constant backache that nags me and the heartburn that breathes like a dragon down my throat.

However, each and every one of these people would be wrong.  I am not ready for this pregnancy to come to an end.  I am not ready for even one of these kicks to go away.  I am not ready to feel like the safe haven I am providing is no longer needed.  Really, I am not ready to feel the life that I have been growing just disappear.  One can only presume that I feel this way because of all of the loss we have endured through the years.  If you read my previous post you already know that T4 could or could not be my last baby, there is no way of knowing what is in the cards for us or what we will want after having two littles in the house for a bit.  I suppose that is what makes the thought of this pregnancy coming to an end so bittersweet.  Pregnancy has never been something easy for me: multiple losses, endless weeks and months of morning sickness, and elevated blood pressures plague me, however, I find myself loving every moment of it.

Baby Boy, I can’t wait to see your sweet face…but let’s enjoy these last few weeks together, just you and me.

35 Weeks with T4