No, I am not miserable. No, I am not going to pop. No, I do not know if today is the day. Yes, I am still pregnant. And, believe it or not, I'm feeling pretty good about it. My new perspective is: what's the rush? I only have a few weeks of my life to enjoy being about as wide as I am tall, and accumulate all the excitement (and empathy) that goes with that. So I am living it up. I figure, how lucky for me that I am not swollen or sleepless or plagued by any of the other terrible 3rd trimester problems that most preggos face. So, I am enjoying this time with my belly and my family, before things change again forever. Might be this week, might be next; hopefully won't be two weeks from now, but if so that'll be okay too.
Adelaide, on the other hand, is very ready and quite excited to be a big sister. Little Ada is at such a great stage right now; she's figured out imaginative play, and she's expressive enough to narrate everything she can imagine. The interplay is hilarious. She's been preparing her doll for how to be a big sibling to the baby she imagines is in her own belly! Yesterday, she settled her baby doll into the car and informed me: "this baby girl is getting so big, she's ready to be a big sister now. When she came out of my belly, she was so tiny, but now she's big enough to be a sister and she's ready for the baby to come out of
my belly." I love it.
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