On Being Pregnant: Month 10 (aka Nobody Told Me About a 10th Month)

Hi baby.

I am writing this blog post directly to you, because I have some things to say. And you have to listen, because I am your mom, and clearly you are not going anywhere. In fact, that's what I want to talk to you about.

I know we have 2 weeks and some change left to go before you are fully cooked. I'm willing to wait (I guess), even though you are making it difficult for me to move around and to sleep. Though, from what I can tell, you aren't one of those babies that is awake all night. You seem to sleep when I sleep, so thanks for that. You wake up for a minute when I get up to go to the bathroom, then shuffle around, annoyed, until you get comfortable again after I lay back down. I know. It's probably getting pretty cramped in there for you, too.

Remember all that stuff I said last month about being scared? I'm not scared anymore. Maybe it's the lack of sleep (and yeah, I know. "Just wait 'til the baby is born! Then you REALLY won't be sleeping!" GOT IT. THANKS.) Or maybe I am just tired of not being able to reach my feet anymore. But, I read all that I can read, bought all the crap I could possibly buy without being cast on the show Hoarders, and I have mentally prepared myself as much as one can for the most dependent roommate I will ever know. 

So, it's okay for you to come out on schedule. (ON SCHEDULE.) You have preferences and opinions of your own, I get that. But I'm ready now. I just want you to know that. You may still choose to arrive late, and even though tardiness annoys the crap out of me, I will have to accept that. Just like I will have to accept the hobbies you choose, the mistakes you will make, the rando bad influence of a friend you bring home. I'm ready for all that. Meaning, I'm ready to dive into the unpredictable life ahead of us. I'm flexible enough to roll with what's coming. I will never be completely worry-free, but I refuse to live a life worrying all day about every little thing that could possibly happen to you. (Cuz that would suck. For both of us.)

So please. Come as soon as you are ready, and be healthy and happy and I'll see you when you get here.