My due date is this week.

I cannot believe we’re here. On one hand I feel like I’ve been pregnant forever, and on the other I feel like I blinked and my due date is here. Either way, I’ve easily said the sentence, “I can’t believe we’re at the end” multiple times a day for the last week or so.

People are calling and checking in, asking how I’m feeling and I’ve even gotten a few of the, “hey have you had that baby yet?” messages.

The truth is, I feel pretty good for where I’m at. Sleep is my biggest struggle, and it can make or break a day right now. The exhaustion of a bad night’s sleep makes me pretty grumpy, a mood I’m actually not that familiar with. I don’t like feeling miserable, which makes me more miserable and grumpy. The frustration is linked to waking up for no good reason and feeling like I need to be well rested for the big day (I’m fully aware my level of tiredness is about to get oh so much worse!). Then I’ll have a decent sleep (you know only waking up a few times) and I’m like a new person.


Emotionally, I’m kind of all over the place. The mix of disbelief that we’re here, the unknown of when I’ll go into labour, the analyzing of every feeling in my body and trying to just be zen about it all makes for multiple states of mind throughout the day. Trying to let go and just be. In limbo. Waiting.

Let’s be real, the end is the two week wait on steroids.

Everything else aside, we’re just really excited to meet this little one and find out who has been growing inside me these past nine months! Anytime now little peep!

How did the end go for you? How far along were you when you delivered your first?