The nursery is finished, all the clothes are washed and put away, the furniture is all set up, we've got a million blankets and the pack'n'play is set up in the living room. The bassinet is next to the bed and I've got the baby monitor charged and there's a cabinet in the kitchen reserved for bottles and breastfeeding supplies. We've cleaned our house top to bottom and same goes for both cars. We bought new car seats and got them installed and checked. My bag is packed and waiting in the car. And we still have almost a month to go.
I'm not uncomfortable yet. This pregnancy has been nice. It feels like I've finally stopped to enjoy it. With Theo everything was fine but I was busy and working and worried and it was my first pregnancy and I was stressed. My next pregnancy, with Sera, was horrible and life threatening and I wouldn't wish that experience on anyone. My pregnancy with Pip was technically fine, but I spent it waiting for things to go bad, because they did with Sera. I think my pregnancy with Pippa was healing, it showed me I could do it.
This pregnancy has been fine. I had no morning sickness, no food aversions, I haven't felt like a whale, I've been in a good mood, and the baby has been active but not painfully so. And I do realize how lucky I am that this has gone so well, because I have been on the other side. I feel beautiful this time, I actually have the glow, I'm not waddling, the baby is sitting fine, low enough so that I can breathe, high enough so that I can walk. I am enjoying myself.
The next few weeks are pretty busy for us, but nothing I can't handle. All I have to do is maintain the house, the laundry, just keep up, nothing extra. I can do that.
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