Letter to Abigail

Dear Abigail,
You are due to arrive in a little over two weeks, but I'm secretly hoping you decide to come a little early, safely and by your own choice of course.

I feel as though I've been waiting on you my whole life. I've wanted to be a mother for as long as I can remember. It's the one thing I knew, without a doubt, that I wanted more than anything else in life.
When we learned you were a girl, I cried tears of happiness. My very own baby girl to love.

These past few weeks, I've grown ever more inpatient. I just can't wait to see your face and hold you in my arms. I dream about you every night. I know you will be the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

I'll admit, pregnancy has not been easy on me. Even without any complications, I've had a hard time dealing with all of the symptoms that come along with this crazy nine-month journey.

But I know each and every ache and pain will be worth it.
I know as soon as I look at you, I will forget every complaint.

Still Pregnant

Well...here I am, in the homestretch, six weeks to go and I could not be more ready for this pregnancy to be over. Sometimes I feel like I've been pregnant for years and will never again experience the old comforts I used to take for granted. Like being able to tie my own shoes without pain.
When I look back over this process, I wonder how in the world I will ever be able to do it again. I know they say you forget all the bad stuff of pregnancy but I have a feeling my husband will be there to quickly remind me of how miserable I was, and how miserable I made him. This baby girl might just be an only child.
I hate that I've been so terrible at this. I've complained every step of the way and often forgotten to cherish the fact that I have life growing inside me. I must confess: I'm an ungrateful bitch when it comes to being pregnant. 
On the other hand, I am thrilled about the baby girl I am soon to meet. I can't wait to see her, hold her, love her. She will be well worth the swollen puffy feet and ankles, back pain, weight gain, sleep deprivation. And I'm sure I will quickly forget about all that stuff when I look at her sweet face.
For now, however, I will moan and groan my way through the next six weeks. Bear with me.