Preggo Meg O. – 39 Weeks!

It’s the FIIIINAAALLL COUNTDOWWWWWN!
I am 7 days away from my due date!
 
This could very well be the last baby bump picture. 
Part of me doesn’t think it will be, but I gotta cover my bases here.
 
I always thought I would feel frumpy, uncomfortable, sick, fat, and overall unhappy being pregnant. I thought pregnancy was “hard” and that you feel like a completely different person. I don’t know why I thought this. Maybe because of the movies? Stereotypes? How you only hear the bad parts of pregnancy and not the good parts? I’m not sure. All I do know is that I have been so incredibly blessed to have such a healthy, easy pregnancy. I have been so blessed to feel like “ME” this entire time, just with a little miracle growing inside and (quite) a few extra pounds piling on.
 
This has also felt like it has flown by. I remember it being Friday the 13th (in May) at the doctor’s office and finding out not only we were pregnant, but this baby had a heartbeat and I was already 9 weeks along! Maybe that’s why it has felt so short – we didn’t find out until I was 2+ months along. Ha. It feels like yesterday we were leaving the doctor’s office and Greg was hooting and hollering “Wooo hooo!! I’m going to be a father!!” in the parking garage, while I was still in shock. It feels like yesterday my mom, mother-in-law, father-in-law, Greg, and myself were in the ultrasound room and they told us that it is a LITTLE GIRL! It feels like yesterday I felt these little movements like popcorn popping. It feels like yesterday we were celebrating at school that the baby was the size of a rutabaga, while now we just celebrate that the baby is the size… of a baby!
 
 

To Baby O: Thank you for being such a wonderful little girl this entire time. You have been so easy going. You let me sleep at night. You haven’t kicked me in the ribs too many times. It’s not your fault I had really bad heartburn – I’ll gladly give you the real estate in my body so you can grow to be healthy and strong. Your little butt is always on the right side of my belly, poking out and making my belly look disproportionate. You enjoy yoga with me, as every time we sit with our hands on our bellies to give thanks to the “precious miracle inside”, you give a little kick or a little wiggle. It’s like you know. I can’t wait to meet you. I can’t wait to take you home to your brother Dexter and see how he reacts to you. I can’t wait to see you grow up and be a wonderful young lady. Will you be impulsive and scatterbrained like me or thoughtful and analytical like your daddy? Either way, we’ll love you.

To Greg:  I know we didn’t exactly plan this or thought it was the “right time” to have a baby, but obviously we were wrong. This has been a huge blessing to our family and I know that you are so happy to start this next chapter in our lives. You may not tell me all the time and you might not be the “mushiest” of guys, but I know you feel that way. You have been so supportive and sweet this entire time. I think it’s adorable how you care about how the nursery looks or what outfit the baby comes home in the hospital in. It’s amazing your overnight bag for the hospital was packed far before mine. I appreciate all the meticulous care you took to learn the car seat and how to install it. You were such a pro at assembling all of the nursery furniture and putting up the curtains. I know it’s different to have a little girl on the way when you’re used to being from a “boy” family, but I know that you are you going to be the best daddy ever. I’m glad we were able to strengthen our marriage throughout this pregnancy. You are my best friend and I know there is no way I could do this without you. Thank you. I love you.

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