I can't believe it's been nine months with our little dude on board.
As of today, I'm officially 39 weeks. One week away from his due date. And I have to say...
I'm not tired of being pregnant.
Honestly? I have had the best pregnancy, which has genuinely left me stunned every single day.
For most of my life I feel like I have only heard about fertility challenges, how terrible and difficult pregnancy is and the absolute horror show that is labor and delivery... not to mention how a newborn wreaks havoc on your life, how babies ruin your body and blah blah blahdy BLAH.
Well.... eff all that.
To be very clear here... I have deep respect, love and high hopes for those who are trying to conceive or adopt and meet the baby that's waiting for them. I believe the women who struggle through difficult pregnancies and pregnancy loss are to be hugged and taken care of and listened to as they grieve through their pain or loss. I am deeply sympathetic to and wish nothing but healing for anyone who has had a traumatic birth experience or a postpartum mood disorder. And to that end, if hearing about someone's positive experience with conception and pregnancy is triggering to you, I get it. If that's you, heads up: you probably won't want to read the rest of this post.
But.. there are good stories too! And because I have one, I'm going to tell it.
