I am exactly 35 weeks’ pregnant today. Taylor Miriam’s room is set up; all of her clothing has been washed, folded and placed in her dresser. Her play yard has been placed in the living room and is set to hold Taylor Miriam during her idle time. Her bassinet has been fitted with clean sheets and is prepared to be moved to mommy’s side of the bed, where she will co-sleep via a co-sleeper bassinet. Her diapers are stored away in her diaper caddy and all of her bath products and accessories are stored in a bin in the bathroom, where her daddy will have bathing duties. Marcus and I have even begun payments on Taylor’s college plan and settled the big daycare decisions.
I feel as though I’m going through the motions each day at my job, at home, and anywhere my waddling feet take me. I am just playing the waiting game, and anticipating finally meeting the little girl I have grown to love more than myself.
Many people tell me to enjoy the wait because once Taylor is here my life will never be the same. Though I know it won’t be the same again, I also know it will change for the better. The most daunting part of Taylor’s birth is realizing the major physical, emotional, spiritual, and economical responsibilities associated with being a good parent.
Though Taylor is not yet full-term, I feel that she will arrive before her due date of May 16. I guess you can call it expectant-mother intuition. I average two contractions an hour and they are getting longer and more intense, with some lasting nearly a minute. I feel as though my body cannot carry any more weight. (Though I know it probably can, I have barely gained 20 pounds so far.) I am ready to have my baby and begin the journey of motherhood. So, I’m waiting patiently and wondering when I will make that much dreamed about trip to the hospital for delivery.