Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Three Weeks

Three weeks from as I type this blog I will be getting ready for surgery.  T and I will be at the hospital, anxiously waiting for the arrival of our little girl at 11:00 a.m  It blows my mind that three weeks is all we have.  Of course, she could always come sooner, but regardless, it's just three weeks. 

It feels like I've been pregnant forever, I am not going to lie.  I forget what it's like to not be pregnant.  And they say that your ninth month is a tough one, and man, they aren't lying.  Today alone, I sit here chewing Tums like candy to keep the heartburn down and can barely walk because my right hip hurts so much from the ever expanding Half-pint.  I'm ready for her to be here.  I'm ready for her to be in my arms and not in my belly. 

Last night, I found myself drawn to Half-pint's nursery.  I sat there in there for a good twenty minutes in my rocking chair, looking around and picturing how much is about to change.  She'll be sleeping in that crib soon.  All of those soft blankets and pink outfits I have carefully washed and folded will be put to use in just a few weeks.  In a few weeks, those books on the shelf that T reads to her in my belly, he'll be reading to her as he rocks her to sleep.  It's almost here. 

T found me in the nursery last night with tears in my eyes.  I was crying because I was happy, but also because, well...I'm a little nervous and scared, too.  I'd be lying if I didn't say that these past nine months haven't been hard.  These past few weeks have been the hardest.  All of the health scares and doctor's appointments, all of it...she and I have both been fighers and we're almost to the end of the battle here.  And I want 100 percent reassurance that it is going to go well.  I want to know that the surgery will be just fine and that she will come out just fine and so will I.  I'm not the kind of person who just goes with the flow.  I want guarantees.  But I also know that isn't reality.  Instead, I sat there praying.  Praying that God will watch over the both of us these next few weeks. 

Three more weeks.  That's all we have.  Three more weeks and I meet my little girl. 


  1. I remember doing exactly that. Just sitting in the nursery, looking at all her little shoes and outfits. It was my favorite room- a place to be calm. I took about a thousand pictures of it because I loved it so much :-) I can't wait to meet her!!!

  2. I was told of my c-section date 2 weeks before Sprite's arrival. That very night, I remember going into her room, sitting in the rocking chair, looking at the half-set up nursery (Jewish superstition has it that you don't set anything up until after the baby arrives.)and thinking how much time I DIDN'T have before she came. You spend so much of your pregnancy wanting to fast forward, but the last month when you KNOW the date can't slow down enough.
    You will be fine. I am looking forward to the pictures!

  3. can't wait to see her face!!
    Only three more weeks and she's here!
    How exciting, Nain!
    I'm praying for you, T and Half-pint!

  4. Such an exciting time, everything is about to change, for the absolute BEST.


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