To Jersey, With Love

I wrote the post below on March 10th, the day before I went into labor. I got distracted before I was able to submit it. It's fun to look back on my thoughts the day before Jake arrived!

"I’m 39 weeks pregnant today. The pregnancy gods have truly blessed me with an amazing 9 months. I should be thankful. Other mothers would shoot daggers when I’d tell them that the worst part of the first trimester was mild nausea and some early bedtimes. Second trimester I hit an even better stride and speaking of stride, I ran five miles almost every day from day the EPT came back +. Somewhere around 37 weeks, though, I lost the pregnancy mo-jo. The glow has been replaced by some edema and the smile on my face cringes every time I walk into work and someone says in shock, “You STILL haven’t had that baby yet?!”
 

At 39 weeks, I am ready. Ready to have this baby. Ready to no  longer be pregnant. My brain tells me that once he arrives, life will become blissfully harder and I might even wish I was still pregnant. My heart, though, is so ready to meet our son. I’m physically, emotionally, psychologically ready. The big question now is……when will he be ready? This is most certainly motherhood lesson #1…..my schedule has officially become secondary."