This is the end

It’s clear the end of my pregnancy is nearing. With about one month to go, I’m getting those looks. The ones where people look fearful I may give birth on their store floor. Or, people are starting to give me hearty congratulations and wishes of good luck.

As I head into the home stretch I’m increasingly grateful and wistful at my *hopefully everything will go okay* last pregnancy. I’m not terribly uncomfortable, I have a lot of my energy back and am generally feeling good. I mean, I’m not gonna lie – sleeping is massively uncomfortable, I can’t wear my normal shoes and I haven’t worn anything but lululemon in the past 27 days – but holy cow, in about a month a new living thing is going to magically come out of my tummy! (That’s how I explain it to my toddler son.) I’m finally going to set eyes on the creature who punches, kicks and tosses and turns inside me. We’ll add to our family and my son will get a new brother or sister. I’ll go back to changing diapers, making bottles and practicing shushing, soothing and calming.

Holy crap, I’m nervous.

p.s. if you follow the “Opt-Out” debate and discussion, this NY Times blog post is a must-read. It’s definitely time to stop debating the details and try to figure out a solution.