What Goes Up, Must Come Down
The past couple of weeks I have consistently focused on the beauty of my pregnant body, instead of its aches and pains.
I rejoiced with the option to work out again since I no longer have to keep off the contractions. I have managed to do either a Turbo Jam DVD or go on a long walk every day and it has felt soooooo good.
I have kept a smile on my face for the most part and made light of the end of pregnancy, with an Operation Evacuate Baby B Day and sharing a video of my 9 months pregnant belly earlier today.
I spend most days antsy with anticipation. Also called nesting like mad.
Take today, for example. I woke up cheery, despite a lack of sleep. I popped out of bed when my little M came into my room. We headed downstairs for breakfast. I experienced a sudden urge to clean the kitchen. Then, the living room. Before I knew it, the entire downstairs sparkled – including the inside of the microwave.
From there, I still wriggled with a desire to do something else. I popped in a Turbo Jam DVD and got my workout on. I played with M. I made lunch. I got us cleaned up and then put her down for a nap.
Then, I crashed. I started feeling some very slight contractions. I actually prayed to God to let them turn into the real thing. They went away almost immediately. I cried.
I do believe pregnancy is a blessing and a joy to experience. I hate to gripe about it because I know plenty of women would do anything to be in my shoes right now with a baby only a few days or weeks away. I try to keep myself on that up view the majority of the time. But what goes up, must come down. Today it came down. I hurt bad and I want him OUT!






