It’s suddenly hit me today. I’m ready to have this baby now. Not because I’ve crossed everything off my list (because I haven’t yet). And not because I’m so uncomfortable I can’t stand to be pregnant any longer (because I really feel fine during the day and it’s not like I’m going to be sleeping at night anyway once he’s here). And not because I logically want him to be born early (I’m fully aware that babies are healthiest when they go to at least 39 weeks). But it’s like something in me flipped today and I just feel ready. I can’t explain it. Maybe I’m confusing readiness with impatience, which is entirely possible as well. But I’m just sort of ready to get this show on the road.
Sometimes life needs a fast-forward button.
Keeping up with the Hoffmans 