Thirty-Seven Weeks and Just 3 More to Go

Another week down and just three more to go until the big day. It's getting harder and harder to believe that little baby Marshall will be here soon and I will get to hold him and kiss him and smile at him. He will get to see us for the first time and we will get to start speculating who he looks like most.

On the flip side, the big day is not happening soon enough. The anticipation is climbing with each day and as for me, I am so ready to stop sharing. I would like my body back to myself, back to do with what I wish. I look most forward to being able to roll over in bed without having the slowly sit up first and try to flip just like I picture a beached whale would have to, I look forward to bending over to retrieve something from the floor in a lady-like manner without the sumo wrestler squat I have to make now, and I look forward to being able to cuddle up next to my husband once again at night instead of being encased in my U shaped pillow cocoon.

Ah yes, the big day will bring many great things with it.