Today I'm 37 weeks and I think I've officially turned into one of those crazy pregnant women. I'm for sure more emotionally charged than I am physically uncomfortable. I don't want to sound like I'm a total nut case but, I am having some moments where I wonder if I should just take a mini vacation by myself. You know, I could go to a beautiful tropical island, swim in the warm water, drink virgin pina-colada's and be all alone, with no responsibilities on the beach until my beautiful girl peacefully enters this world. Then I'll wear a bikini and look like I didn't just give birth. Ha Ha! Ok, I'm dreaming.
If you really want to know, the silliest moment was today after church, I loaded my tortilla wrap with too much lettuce and tomato and pretty much started crying because I couldn't roll it up. It wasn't just the tortilla being too full but, feeling like the table is "covered" with stuff when in reality, there are just 2 baby books sitting on it and it's really not cluttered. Yikes!
I joked with Jeremiah that he's never going to want to have another baby with me if he remembers how wacky I act sometimes. Let's just hope that he forgets, like women remember the pain of child birth with rose-colored glasses and then want to do it all over again.
Anyway, I don't want to sound like it's all bad or that I'm constantly crying over too much lettuce and tomato. I actually feel so thankful for how easy and wonderful this pregnancy has been. We are all ready for her arrival now and we've even officially decided on her name! Writing all these things down is therapeutic for me. It helps me get it off my chest and hopefully, someday I'll be able to look back at these "crazy moments" and laugh at myself.