Know what’s fun? Being pregnant at the same time as a few close friends. But depending on where you fall in birthing line, (*ahem* like if you’re the last to go) the fun can slowly morph into a bit of what I like to refer to as “fourthmester” envy.
When everyone you were previously pregnant with has given birth, finished up and passed the third trimester, and now are spending their days snuggling their new pride and joy.
Folks, I’m there. My sister had her baby a couple weeks ago. A good friend of mine who lives down the street is cradling her newborn. Two of my favorite blogging buddies just gave birth this week.
EVERYONE IS HOLDING THEIR NEW BABY BUT ME!
For months we swapped stories of morning sicknesses, aches and pains, shared maternity fashion advice, and updated each other on our doctor visits. But this week, I realized I’m the last to go. I still have four weeks until my due date, which pretty much means I could still have up to six weeks before I hold my new son. Because I’ve never gone a day earlier than 40 weeks.
Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not trying to hurry this baby out. I want to savor this last month of pregnancy for everything it’s worth. More than likely, this is my last pregnancy, thus making this the end of a season of my life. After next month, pregnancy will be a part of my past, forever.
But wow, looking at all those newborns, hearing all the sweet stories of the first few weeks, can kinda make a girl excited and anxious to get over to that side of the baby baby fence.
What side of the baby birthing fence are you on right now?