I know a fair amount of pregnant women. They seem to always say that "this pregnancy is flying by!"
I think the are insane. The first five and a half months are a haze of nausea- where each moment seemed to last a week. Now I am in the fires of heartburn. I feel like I have the gestation time of an elephant.
My pregnancy is not flying by the days, weeks, and months seem to be dragging so slowly, that time is almost moving backwards.
I am not really experiencing anxiety about this birth, it is not the my first time down this road. I am preparing with relaxation cds, with a doula, with a birth plan that can double as a book, but I am impatient.
How do you deal with the impatience when you know there are at least 11 weeks left? 11 weeks may as well be 11 years from where I sit.
It is hard to wrap my mind around the fact that this is the last time I will be pregnant. This is the last time I will feel another person inside me. This is the last chance that I will have to grow a person. Of course, when I think about it like that, a profound sense of guilt washes over me, like how can I take this for granted? How can I not be soaking up every last kick and wriggle?
Maybe, I should set aside time every day to do nothing but focus on my son. Nothing but focus on feeling him and enjoy it.