The anxiousness, terror, excitement, and fear of the unknown has clearly set in as the countdown to Layla's arrival continues. I have made it pretty clear to many folks that I am officially over this pregnancy thing. It's not cute, fun, adorable or even any fun anymore. The swelling has resulted in my precious shoe collection gathering dust and I have resorted to wearing a lot of flip flops....not very professional. Heartburn is in full swing and I have a fondness now for Tums. And to top it off, my very pregnant brain forgot to remind me that I have not seen the sun in vast quantities and as a result my pale Irish skin decided to cook while watching Mike's softball games on Sunday afternoon. To say I am uncomfortable is a pretty big understatement. But to many, the fact that I am even complaining when I am taking part in the creation of a human being is preposterous. So to them I say too bad - I am going to complain because I can!
Layla continues to be very active and reminding me often that she is there. It is comforting to feel her moving even if she takes a pretty good whack every now and again. My doctor has said that she is head down so she is starting to prepare herself for the big day. I start weekly appointments beginning the week after next so it is really starting to sink in that this can really happen any day now. I will start working from home on June 29th so my anxiety over the embarrassment of my water breaking while I am at my desk downtown is minimized. Yes I know that really only happens in movies but I have learned that with me anything is possible. At least now I will be at home having anxiety over the fact that I may end up taking a cab to the hospital because Mike will be far away in the arctic circle!! (Too dramatic??)
