pistolita

They say the 9th month is the hardest.

I'd say the last week is the hardest. For those of you who have not experienced this... let me paint a picture for you:

We are living in a constant state of anxiety from wondering if those crampy feelings I have are the beginning. Every time I pee I think I'm going to lose my mucus plug. Every time we hit a bump in the road in a car I think my water is going to break. Every time I close my eyes I dream I'm in labor.

So you can imagine how frusterating it is when people ask... "Is the baby here yet?".. because we are constantly asking ourselves that question, so the second someone else asks us, the hair sticks up on the back of our necks and we try to sweetly reply..."no not yet".

My thoughts and days are completely consumed with thoughts and words about the baby. I'm sure it will be even more so when he's out. Emotionally I'm exhausted already. I'm just so impatient. I want to see him. I want the process to get going. I want to go through labor. I want to feel my contractions. I want to do anything possible to see my baby.

Trying to keep myself busy with things, or sleep even. It's so hard. We're so ready for him. It's like preparing for the biggest moment in your life. Or meeting the love of your life.

I guess we'll just keep waiting.

besos y pesos,
<3 Pistolita