I don't know if it was a result of posting about my baby struggles or not, but this morning I woke up and realized it was the first time this entire pregnancy I was actually looking forward to the arrival of Baby Penguin. Not to say it was the first time I was happy about our third little blessing, but the first time I remember feeling anticipatory. As though I couldn't wait for February to come and for little one to make his or her entrance into the world.
I'm looking forward to the contractions - yes, I like contractions (and if you dare to remind me of this statement as I am in the throes of labor, you will be risking your own life - be warned). I like the feeling that my body is doing exactly what it should and that it can handle this process. And I almost can't wait for the day. Woohoo!
Of course, I know the dangers of wishing away time, so I will not do so. I know there are many wonderful memories to be made among the four of us while we wait for the newest member of our budding family and I do not wish those moments to hurry. But neither am I wishing time would slow down too much.
Hi, there, Little One kicking my belly, I'm your Mommy and I can't wait to meet you!