I am 9 1/2 months pregnant...waiting for our little boy.
Seems as though he is content in me and not ready to come out just yet. This is fine with me because I've loved being pregnant. I've enjoyed and remembered to be grateful for each second of it. I was born for this!
Everything is ready for his arrival. Car seat is installed, nursery is done, laundry is clean and folded. We have everything in place now. I started my maternity leave 1 1/2 weeks before my due date, in case I would go earlier. My job is 40-45 minutes away from the hospital so I didn't want to take a chance.
Now, I'm just taking it slow and waiting for the big day. It's seems so hard to believe that after everything we've been through...our little guy is almost here.
I've been taking this time to just reflect on how far we've come. Interestingly enough, as we were running around this past weekend getting last minute things, our clinic called to get an update on us. They wanted to know if we had already delivered. I have to say hearing the nurses' voice again and knowing we were speaking under different circumstances got me all choked up. It doesn't take much.
I know people say that time heals all wounds but mine are still fresh...it makes me so incredibly grateful to be where we are right now.
I am so grateful to God. A year ago today we were getting ready to start our second round of IVF that would lead to another negative result. Today, we are waiting for our precious miracle to arrive. As I'm writing this, he is kicking and moving...it's as if he can feel the utter happiness and joy that is floating around him.
Neo, soon we will meet you and get to see your beautiful face. Mommy and Daddy love you more than words can say.