Almost There: This is The Final Countdown

Life has been busy lately. School is back in full force, which I love and am exhausted by at the same time, especially since this week was Homecoming. If there is one thing my school knows how to do, it is definitely Homecoming, which is awesome for the students and exhausting for the teachers. Now that I am very very pregnant, I just want to lay down and nap.

Currently, I am mostly through my 33rd week of pregnancy, and it feels like a blessing to be here. With all the stress of infertility, conceiving, and wondering if this pregnancy (our only pregnancy) would progress, it is amazing to know we are in the home stretch - our final countdown.

I don't really feel stressed, but I do wonder if I have everything I need for our baby to come home and to take care of him. As far as feeding and whatnot, I know I'll have to figure it out as I go. The baby care class we took was so long ago that I know I don't remember everything they told us to do. We'll figure it out, right? I mean other parents do.

As of now, my goal is to stay relaxed and take care of myself the best I can so I can have a positive labor experience. Miraculously, despite the difficulty of conceiving, this pregnancy has gone smoothly. No gestational diabetes, no high blood pressure thus far, and I haven't had any abnormal symptoms. Yes, I feel tired often, but at least I never had severe morning sickness; it was more nausea than anything. Therefore, with how things have been progressing, I feel optimistic about the end of this pregnancy. My body seems to know what it is doing, and I am incredibly grateful for that, for it knowing what to do and taking care of my baby because usually my body never does what it should. My body fights me all the time with my chronic back pain, the nightmare that is PCOS, insulin resistance, dysmenorrhea, and endometriosis, even my brain chemistry fights me with my depression and anxiety. Thus, it is really nice to go to the doctor's and hear everything is going as it should, to hear that my body is doing what's is supposed to do for once.

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