At any given hour of the day right now, you can find me in some crazy flurry of emotion or activity. My hormones are raging, I’m exhausted and I’m so, so excited. It seems like madness to think that just a mere 12 days from now – if no baby decides to arrive before then – little baby Moore will be in our arms. The reality of that is incredible, and yet even 12 days seems so daunting now. People warned me that the last month was the worst, and they weren’t kidding!
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As I reflect on the past 9 months of this pregnancy, I can’t help but feel so overwhelmingly blessed. Despite the fact that I complained about my discomfort, and I couldn’t seem to get past the ridiculousness of the weight gain issues, this pregnancy has been free of complications. This baby has been, for all intents and purposes, healthy, as has this momma-to-be. I look at this as a massive blessing because, having spent nearly the whole year separated from Ryan, I was able to continue my daily routines and he was allowed to focus on his military duties.
And yet, here we are today. We’re just over 3 weeks away from our PCS date. We’re under two weeks from having a little baby nugget in our arms, and I’m just waiting, waiting, waiting to see if this peanut will make an early arrival for his/her momma and daddy. I’ve had a lot of Braxton Hicks, baby has most definitely dropped and I’ve never before hoped for the pain of labor so very much. Please keep your fingers crossed that baby decides to arrive before induction because, baby Moore, we love you so much! We’re ready!
