Final Countdown...

I was going to load the song "Final Countdown" by Europe on the blog as a joke, but I didn't want to catch anyone off guard by having music blaring from my normally silent blog.

We are on the final countdown.... only 11 more days...that is if I make it. There are days I don't think I will. I don't like this waiting around, trying to decide if such and such sign means that I am about to go into labor. With Allison, I had nothing until my water broke. You couldn't argue with that sign....well, the nurses and doctors in triage tried to argue that sign, but I won't get into that story.

I'm feeling pretty good. I've decided that I only have a few more days of being pregnant, ever in my life, unless we have a pretty big change of plans. I am going to focus on the fun stuff and not worry about the aches and pains. I am going to enjoy my donut and McDonald cravings a few more times. I'm going to enjoy my round belly and even the protruding belly button. Maybe my husband will take pity on me and spoil me with foot rubs and back massages each night (we will see if he notices that I slipped this one in.)

I am enjoying as much one-on-one time with Allison while I still can. I am trying to do something with her each day. This weekend Brian and I headed out to Grand Haven for one last trip to the beach for the season. We took a nice long walk on the pier.

A friend of mine and fellow blogger, who is due two days before I am, commented on her blog that she is getting very emotional about these last few days as a family of three. While she is very excited for the arrival of baby number two, she can't help but get sentimental about spending these last few days with her daughter. I know exactly how she feels. I think the thing that worries me the most is the first few weeks of recovery, especially because these past few weeks Allison has gotten very cuddly and somewhat clingy. But somehow we will weather through it - taking it day by day.