I never thought I'd write this...

but I am ready for this pregnancy to be over (and to have a happy, healthy Baby V besides me). After losing Eliza, I'd feel so conflicted when I heard pregnant women say that, because I knew how badly a pregnancy can end. But this time around, I'm just dealing with the normal discomforts of being almost 33 weeks pregnant, and I have to admit that I'm ready for this normal, healthy pregnancy to be completed, and for our new lives as parents of a newborn to begin.

I know she's not really ready, and Lord knows that I don't want V to have any NICU time, so I will wait. But I really miss being physically comfortable. I realized this morning that one reason I wake up in the middle of the night is that between having to sleep on my side, using a body pillow between my knees and a wedge maternity pillow under the belly and behind my back, all of my weight gets focused on my hip, which ends up hurting after 3-4 hours. So I wake up and, with great difficulty, roll over.

I had to ask Richard to rub lotion on my feet last night because they were really dry, but it's hard for me to reach them comfortably. I am still making the effort to shave my legs, but we'll see how long that lasts, as it isn't exactly easy.

And I'm tired. So tired. Not that that's going to change with a newborn, I know, but still. On Thursday, I was so exhausted that I had to close my office door and take a 1/2 hour nap on the floor.

I think I'm just getting impatient. I feel like I've been pregnant for the last 2 years, and now we're only a little more than 6 weeks away from welcoming Vivian into the world. It's been a long, tough road, and the end (of this particular leg) is in sight. We're almost there, and I just can't wait.