Saturday, November 14, 2009

29 Weeks

Ryan and I went to our most recent doctors appointment Wednesday. We went in very high spirits, knowing that we would get to see our little girl in just a few hours time. Unfortunately, we were highly disappointed to find out that there were X rays running in the sonogram room, so it was a no go on the ultrasound; unless, of course, I wanted Arya to be born with a fin. Ryan protested that it would make her a great swimmer, but we decided to defer until this Thursday. Hopefully everything will work out this time and we will get to see how much our little girl has grown lately.

So apparently, the world has decided to slow its rotation just for the sole purpose of making my pregnancy drag by as slowly as possible. Ok, I readily admit, I LOVE being pregnant. Nothing can describe the feeling of my child moving around inside of me, nudging me, stretching, reminding me that she still is in there. But with every nudge, stretch and small move I become even more anxious to meet the child growing inside of me. As much as I love holding her in my stomach, I can't wait to hold her in my arms. I try to satiate my desire to be 39 weeks pregnant instead of 29 by thinking about the wonderful luxury I have right now known as sleep. I remind myself that I will most likely never have the time to myself that I have now, and while it relaxes me for a few hours, those feelings of impatience inevitably creep right back up.

One thing that is absolutely helping keep my mind off the (minimum) 11 week wait that I have is the immense workload at school right now. It's nearing the end of the semester, so I have 3 essays due for one class, 1 due for another, a huge Spanish project and finals. All at the same time. I want to be able to insert something here about how I'm not complaining... but I am. I just keep reminding myself that it will all be over soon, and when it is I will be even closer to meeting my little one.

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