+ I am actually horrified by the number of shameless seflies (terrible iPhone photos) taken in front of mirrors to document this pregnancy. I swear, the majority of them were to send to a family member or Nik to update them. I never really went out of my way to take photos, but for the sake of "record keeping" they end up here.
+ The realization that there is a fully-cooked baby in there baffles me. I love when her foot glides around, and I can grab it and it is an actual foot. Or at the doctor, when he checks her heart rate and the wand has barely touched my skin yet and her heart thuds loudly. There's no searching around for it anymore. We installed the car seat and staring at the empty seat I couldn't wrap my brain around the idea that there is something big enough inside me to fill up the seat's space.
+ Yesterday, at church a woman asked me, "What are you most excited for in the first week?" And I responded trivially, "To see what she looks like!" It is such a lame answer, but my whole pregnancy I have indulged Nik with the question over and over, "What color hair and eyes do you think she'll have?" Based on our gene pool, there is such a variety of combinations... we have no clue what we are going to get. Nik thinks she will have light brown hair with green eyes. I go back and forth, but I'm guessing she will end up blonde with brown eyes.
+ Being 39 weeks pregnant is not as bad as everyone says. In fact, pregnancy is not as hard as everyone says. There are a lot of moments that are really hard, and I think a lot of the time that is the experience people share. Comfort has become bit of a luxury, but the good thing is you give comforts up slowly. Last night, while trying to doze off, I realized for the first time in a while I was perfectly comfortable. The baby was in a good position, I was a good temperature, and there wasn't anything aching or with pressure. Nine months ago, even five months ago, I would have totally taken that moment for granite. It was bliss.
+ Speaking of sleeping, you do wake up multiple times to empty your bladder at night. However, for me at least, it is just to break up the monotony of laying in one position all night. My left hips ache from being laid on, and our baby loves to spread out like her womb is a hammock at night, leaving me with a rock hard, sore stomach.
+ My constant fear that she would come before she was ready has, obviously, dissipated. With one week to go, but most likely going over my due date, I have to remind myself of all the prayers I said that she would come when she was healthy. At this point, she is going to come out nice and plump and she and my body seem hesitant to let her out.