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I’m in no hurry

Except for Bonnie on Family Guy, no woman is perpetually pregnant. I suspect that as a pregnant lady approaches her due date, she starts to get especially antsy about getting that baby out soon, and wonders if her child will ever be born.

Maybe it has to do with her being a bit uncomfortable. After all, with a giant belly, it’s pretty tricky to get a good night’s sleep. And let’s not forget the frequent trips to the bathroom, heartburn, and increase in body temperature. Yep, she might be ready for that all to end. Maybe she’d like a glass of wine already.

Maybe her desire to press the fast-forward button on her pregnancy is hormonal. Maybe the body does this to acknowledge that, yes, babies come out at the grand finale of a pregnancy. It’s good to mentally shift from being a pregnant lady to being a mama, since that’s what’s going to happen.

Based on these things, I totally get why some women are really ready to get the show on the road by the time they hit their ninth month.

Not me, though. (Well, I still have a week to go before I hit nine months…)

I know that at this time, I’m enjoying the absolute easiest time of being a parent that I’ll ever experience. I know exactly where my baby is (and I even have a reasonable guess on how he’s positioned!). I know all of his needs are being met. He’s warm enough, cozy enough, hydrated and fed, and when he has to “go to the bathroom” he just does. Doesn’t need to be changed. I don’t have to do a thing except take good care of myself. How easy is that?

After he’s born, all of that changes.

We’ll have to actually do things to take care of him. It sounds silly, I know, but when you compare it to simply being pregnant, it’s much more complicated! More fun, but there’s certainly more to it.

I’m one of those lucky people who have had a relatively easy pregnancy. I like being pregnant. I feel pretty good most of the time. However, I have no idea how labor is going to go, and I have no idea how good of a parent I’ll actually be. Likely, I’ll be fine, but I really have no idea what I’m doing, and that’s a tiny bit scary.

So yeah, I’m approaching my 35th week with about two to seven weeks to go. Two is a super-short time to finish my preparations (too short, if you ask me!) and seven sounds like a long ways away still. By then, I’ll probably be singing a different tune. Something that goes like “You’ve gotta get outta this place, if it’s the last thing you ever do…”

For now, I think he can stay put as long as he wants. I’m anxious to meet him, but at the same time, I’m in no hurry.