Just an update...

Tomorrow marks 33 weeks for me & BB! Crazy! In 6 weeks my whole life is going to change! I'm kinda scared, but in a good way. Everyone I encounter now on a daily basis has said something somewhat typical, yet negative about the upcoming birth of this beautiful miracle. Things like: "Get ready for the sleepless nights..." or "Say goodbye to your sex life...." or "You won't have anymore 'ME' time...," etc. But you know what? I embrace it... I will tackle it... I will LOVE it all! NO MATTER WHAT! In my opinion, and I may get chastised for this, only women who've gone through extreme pregnancy tragedies or women who have battled with any magnitude of infertility can truly know how I feel. When I first became pregnant with BB, I WANTED morning sickness and I wanted to run to the restroom to pee every 5 minutes and I wanted to gain tons of weight. Now that I'm honing in on the last leg of the pregnancy journey, I'm craving the sleepless nights and the poopy diapers and the BEAUTIFUL sound of my darling son SCREAMING BLOODY MURDER in the middle of the night. I want it all and the reason for that would be, hearing those sounds, changing a poopy diaper and running on 1 hr of a sleep a night means that my miracle is here in my life, alive and healthy and that all my uncertainties and insecurities of pregnancy have been dissolved. Call me weird, I don't care, but give me all the baby chaos.... I crave it - I'm sooo ready for it!