So much of this pregnancy has felt like old hat; I know the symptoms, aches, pains, and joys of growing a human being- I've done this before.
But I've never been this pregnant.
Fynn was born at 38 weeks and 2 days. Which brought us to Tuesday. It's not Friday. You wouldn't think three would make a difference, but it actually feels different. I didn't expect to get to this point. I figured he would be born about 2 weeks early, just like Fynn, and now I'm here wondering if we'll end up going past my due date and having to induce... it's an unsettling feeling. I kept thinking February vacation would be it, and now I'm making sure my lesson plans are ready for next week, just in case.
Also, things get exponentially harder with each passing day. As I approach 39 weeks, I'm realizing how good I had it last time by having her earlier. I am ready to be done.