This morning, I sat in church with one hand clasped in my husband's, and the other resting on my belly, feeling our Baby Girl wiggle around. It dawned on me that this would be the last time that I was pregnant in church (at least during this pregnancy--I pray that God grant us the opportunity to do this all over again).
This afternoon, I somehow lowered myself to a cross-legged sitting position in front of the washer and dryer and apologized to our Baby Girl for squishing her a bit as I awkwardly leaned forward and tried to reach the last few wet clothes that were crammed in the back. Again, I realized that it would be the last time I would do do laundry while pregnant (and likewise, probably the last time that I'll be able to get by with doing laundry only once a week).
As I approach my due-date tomorrow, I oscillate between wanting to get this show on the road, and wanting to continue to cherish the last few memories of this pregnancy. I keep thinking that I'm going to miss her kicks and wiggles...and then I have to remind myself that I soon get to feel those exact same kicks and wiggles from the outside. So it makes me a little bit sad to experience these "last times", but ultimately, it's exciting. It's exciting to know that the next time we go to church, we'll be bringing our Baby Girl with us. It's exciting to know that the next time we do laundry, well, it will probably be my mom or mother-in-law doing it for us so that we can rest. It's just exciting to know that we'll be meeting our Baby Girl here soon!
Today's blessing is to feel so good--physically and emotionally--as I head into this last week of our pregnancy. I'm really proud of myself that I had enough energy and stamina to make it to the football game last night with my husband (which we barely won--I'm sure it wasn't good for my blood pressure levels). To save on parking fees, we parked on the opposite side of campus near my office, walked across campus, walked all the way up the ramp to the upper-levels, sat through the game, and made the return trip to the car, finally getting home around 11:30 pm. I was tired by the time we got home, but it was really nice to spend that "date night" with my husband (with no hip/groin/nerve pain last night). I know that God really has been good to me in blessing me with such an amazing pregnancy experience, and I really don't want to take it for granted. I'm due tomorrow, and I'm looking forward to meeting her, whenever she arrives.