Time is just flying by! I can’t believe I’m 38 weeks today. There’s only 2 weeks left to go until our due date and Beanie could come at any time now.
We enjoyed spending a lot of time with family and friends over the holidays. We are trying to get out as much as possible while we still can. I hope we can still enjoy a few date nights together while it’s just the two of us. I’m dreaming of going to Burgoo for some delicious comfort food. Yum, I love their soup and salad combo! We recently visited Guilt and Co. with a few friends to see some live jazz, and I love the vibe there. If I wasn’t twice my usual size and off balance I might have tried to join in the swing dancing. I love the 1940’s feel.
Jordan took some photos of me just before Christmas when I was 35 weeks. Time is flying by so quick. I can’t believe I’m already 38 weeks. This baby will be here in no time! We have been doing a bunch of prep around the house now that the holidays have passed. I’ve been doing some sewing and organizing, and I’m working on putting together a binder of all the helpful information we will need to access come time for labour and parenting. We bought a carseat last week, and I’ve started packing our bags for the hospital. It’s getting close guys!
Everything is starting to feel real. I’m still having trouble getting my head around the fact that there is a little person inside of me. Soon this babe will make their appearance, and I’ll get to hold them and care for them.
I think the transition to motherhood will impact me more than I expect. Pregnancy seems easy in comparison. Yes, throughout pregnancy there have been physical struggles where I have felt less like myself, but I have generally felt very special and taken care of. I’ve been told to enjoy and take advantage of this time. I feel entitled to massages and special treatment. As a mother, I will need to give all of that up in order to care for someone else. It will be this little babe who is helpless and who receives all the attention.
I imagine I might be filled with joy and pride knowing that I was able to participate and create such a lovely, complex, and intricate human being. It’s really the most incredible thing I will ever make in my life.
But in the selfish place inside of me I realize that everything will no longer be about me. I will need to transition from entitlement and being loved and cared for to tiredness and loving and caring for someone else. I can imagine this will be quite difficult, and compiled with exhaustion and hormones I understand how many women struggle with depression postpartum. Luckily Jordan has always made me feel special and loved, and I have a great community of family and friends who I know will be there for me too.
How did you other mamas survive the transition? Was there anything you experienced that you didn’t anticipate?