So here we are, the ever so familiar over due stage in pregnancy. I had a feeling it would come to this and I'm okay with that. I was expecting it, after all I went two weeks over due with Amelia and ended up being induced with her arriving on the 14th day at 42 weeks exactly. I remember the final weeks of being pregnant with Amelia ever so vividly, I was impatient, very ill due to being anaemic and couldn't wait to meet my baby.
Of course, I am very eager to meet this little guy too, however I'm not in any particular rush for him to make an appearance. He will come when he is good and ready and this pregnancy has flown by so I haven't found myself getting impatient or feeling fed up seeing as my pregnancy has been much easier as a whole this time round. In all honesty, I feel great! Other than the random bouts of heartburn here and there, my body feels great. No real aches and pains other than twinges and Braxton hicks, and I have been sleeping pretty well too.
These final weeks haven't dragged and I'm actually finding myself trying to get everything ticked off my to-do list instead of moping around and rearranging the nursery for the 100th time as I did last pregnancy. I'm soaking up these last few days/weeks as much as possible and spending as much one on one time with Amelia, as I know the first few weeks will be slightly hectic trying to get into a routine and adjust to being a mother of two.
Every day I wake up, I wonder if this will be the last day we spend as a family of three. I go to bed wondering if it will be the last time I get a good 6 hours full nights sleep before the dreaded newborn sleepless nights await us. I wonder will be arrive this week or next or will I have to be induced just like I was with Amelia?
The hospital bags are packed, the car seat is ready to bring home our new arrival and the nursery is completed. We are ready... I feel ready.
Only time will tell when he decides to come, it's now a waiting game.