Over it...

Can I just say that I'm pretty much over being pregnant? Yeah, Madeline is more than welcome to come tonight... would I be prepared for her? No. But at this point. I just don't care. LOL I haven't packed my bags yet (What for? It's only going to get my hopes up.) We have lots of things we still need... the cradle is set up by my bed but is full of books and bedside items... with no sheets. We don't have a stroller yet (though I could make due with my Snap and Go as long as Liz isn't with me.) And I have one small pack of newborn diapers - yep, that's it. However... I am very excited to meet my little girl... I worry constantly that something might go wrong in the next few weeks and I have such a hard time dealing with that. I'd just rather have her here where I can check her breathing, make sure she's being fed, and know that she's okay, rather than keep reading and hearing about late pregnancy losses from other mom boards. Ooooh how I struggle with that. I just read about one mom who lost her baby at 38 weeks, and they have no idea why. Still born, perfectly formed, beautiful baby at 38 weeks... I can't even begin to imagine. I woke up this morning shaking and worrying that I hadn't felt Madeline move much over night - fortunately she answered my thoughts with a swift kick to the ribs as if to say "if you want me to give you something to feel mommy, I can certainly do some damage."

So anyway, I know that sounds like a very selfish thing to say - I should be grateful that I'm holding this little miracle... but I admit. I'm very very anxious for her to arrive.