Never the same again...
I'm having trouble coming up with anything interesting or even profound to say. I just feel completely worn out! I know I'm nearing the finish line (almost 37 weeks), but I'm certainly not feeling a last minute sprint coming on. I am HUGE, have trouble sitting, standing and lying down for extended periods of time, and I can't remember what it feels like to run or jump or even pick up something off the floor without serious difficulty! I'm excited to meet Peter, but I'm under the impression that things are going to get worse before they get better. Something about labor pains, more unearthly amounts of stretching and the weeks of recovery afterward coupled with a very steep learning curve relating to baby feeding and general care. Sounds like I'm going to need to muster every last bit of courage and determination in this old body of mine. I must say "so long, farewell" to my previous body and identity and take on this new role of mommy - hopefully retaining much of my adventurous spirit and carefree personality. So - here I go, plodding into the unknown, one foot in front of the other. I don't really care if I'm first at the finish line, I just want to get there.