9 MONTHS!

When I think of the women pioneer who crossed the plains while heavy with child, it occurs to me that I could NEVER have made it as a pioneer.  I can barely make it to my car in the driveway without a string of complaints about my current state of being.  You see, I am officially 9 months pregnant.  I will even post a picture to prove it.  

Sorry there is no head shot of me longingly gazing at my belly in wonder.  There is no wonder. There is definitely a baby in there.  And the only longing I am doing is longing to no longer be pregnant.  I know there are people who relish in this time and love the miracle of it all.  I personally don't want a picture to remind me of how big I was.  I will remember it every time I look at the child I will birth and stare at my no longer flat tummy.   

Vanz was warned a few nights ago that my vocabulary will be a constant string of "whoa is me" type phrases for the next few weeks. (Yes, only a few weeks to go!)  I told him I would try and keep the complaints to a minimum.  I apologize that I can only wear a few things in my closet and that I am crabby because I cannot bend over to pick up the things that are constantly dropping in my clumsy presence.  

I am not going to lie.  I will not miss being pregnant for one second.  And I certainly will not be doing it again.  

I will however love my baby more than words and probably enjoy his infant state more that Sailor's because I will remember how fast it goes.   I will spend more time in the rocking chair. I will enjoy reading books to both my babies each night.  I will love watching my little girl interact with "her" baby brother and sing him lullabies (she is already practicing her repertoire).   I will not stress over piles of laundry and will take more walks with the stroller.  I will give far too many kisses and take way too many pictures.  Because I may not make a very good pregnant woman, but I strive to be a really great Mother (and you don't even need to be pregnant to make a really great one of those!)