Ready...

I'm ready for my baby to come. No, I'm not issuing an eviction notice or anything, as it's still too early for my little one to survive without some intervention. And of course I want her to be healthy and happy and come home with me as soon as she is born. But I'm ready to meet her. And hold her. And be a mom.

I'm sick today, and tired and uber-uncomfortable like always. But that's not even the reason. I just want my baby, that's all. I catch myself wishing I'll deliver early almost every day. Not now-early, but maybe 37 or 38 weeks. Because that's much shorter than the 9 weeks I have left; it's only 6-7. It's a completely selfish thought and I hope it doesn't come true. My precious child deserves the full 40-weeks to incubate and I'm going to give it to her, if she'll let me. But I'm getting impatient. I guess I need to start finding some time-fillers....