The Night Before Induction

Although I am over 41 weeks, it is still odd to me to think that as of tomorrow (today, technically) I won't be pregnant anymore. This belly has been big and in the way for quite a few weeks but when I look in the mirror, I know I will miss it. There aren't many clothes that have fit the last 2 weeks, but still a big round bump is way more fun that postpartem flab. 

Also, little miss is considerably easier to take care of inside than she is outside. 

And nursing. As of tomorrow I will be tethered to the baby every few hours for the next year. 

Sleep might actually be a bunch easier, but still there will be night feelings and sleep training and very tired mornings. 

And recovery. As of tomorrow I will have to recover and adjust physically. 

It's a lot to swallow, even though I have been feeling more than ready to have her. 

Thee are blessings too. So many blessings. I get to snuggle a teeny squishy newborn. I get to be the one person who means the most to that little one. I get my body back and can get back to exercising and doing more things for me. I get to see all new milestones all over again. I get to add a new sibling to the bunch. 

So with anxious hopeful uncertainty the night ticks on and the hours draw closer to meeting our new little one. I can't wait to stare into her sweet eyes. Study her little face. Touch her soft hair. Marvel over her bitty toes.  I can't wait to start the chaper of our lives with her in it. <3