The days seem to be passing so much slower. I've felt like my weekends have been extra long. I still don't feel as though I'm in a hurry to meet this little guy, but I think that's because of the things I'll miss the most.
21 weeks ago I felt him move for the first time, knowing it was really him. It's been incredible experiencing him grow and the change in his movement over the months.
Not that I want to be selfish, but I love having him all to myself. I like "taking him to work" and feeling like all I have to do is poke at him and he wakes up and keeps me company.
A soapy belly. As weird as it sounds, I love washing my belly in the shower. It's like it tickles him, and as I swirl the loofah around in circles it's like he's stirring in my belly.
A dang good excuse for a pedicure. Since I can't reach and all!
Relaxing. I may not always be comfortable, but I'm a relaxing pro.
Preparation and anticipation. I think that's going to be replaced with worry to an extent. Who doesn't worry about their children?
In turn there are things I won't miss. Growing out of the biggest maternity clothes I have. Horrid heart burn. Swollen hands and feet. The round puffy face. Having to pee every hour! Hearing how huge I've gotten. The sore back.
But all those things have are minimal compared to the entire experience. I love pregnancy and will venture this road again. Just not too soon.