Tomorrow is my last shift at work. I could do jumping jacks. I'll be 37 weeks tomorrow. I was originally going to work up until my due date, like I did with Jeb, but somewhere around 30 weeks I made the decision to go out at 37 weeks. Physically, this pregnancy is so much harder than my last 2. I think taking care of Jeb and working nights has a lot to do with it. When I was pregnant with Jeb, I slept whenever I wanted. I was starting to get scared that I'd go into labor after a night shift, having been awake for 24 hours already. NO THANK YOU!! I want better for me and this baby. I want to start mother him/her feeling good and rested, not exhausted and in pain from work. Also, these are my last days/weeks of just me and my Jeb. (tears)
I want to cherish these last days of just the two of us.
I want to start mothering this baby feeling rested and ready.
I want to spend these last quiet evenings talking with my husband, not my co-workers.
These might be my last days of pregnancy, ever. I want to savor the sacredness of it.
I want to listen to my body, and it's telling me to slow down.
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ReplyDeleteOnce again, you write so beautifully and cleanly. I'm glad you're knocking of work "early." You're an awesome mom, and I say that for a lot of reasons.
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