Fearless with cape in hand

I'm ready now. Nursery is done. Baby Shower is over (thank you again for all involved). Bags are packed. Classes are taken. Books are read.
I find comfort in the fact that many women less prepared than I am have had babies and survived! I'm anxious to start this new chapter. I'm anxious to be comfortable again. Unfortuantely, I'm not one of those women who just glow with pregnancy. It has been a challenge for me, which makes this baby's arrival even that much more special to me.
With this being my first child, I've heard a lot of advice. However, I'm anxious to learn about Kenny from him and to find out what his personality, wants, and needs are. I really think that if I did anything else to prepare, it would be overkill. Now is my time to relax and rest and wait. Ryan is back in town for awhile and we have increased our walking so I'm more active now than previously in the pregnancy. We're ready. I'm ready. Now we just have to wait for Kenny to be ready!

Oh to sleep, perchance to dream . . .

So, my life has been non-stop getting ready for baby. I'm burnt out. My mind is fried. I'm tired. I can't sleep anymore. I'm too uncomfortable. I can't bend. I'm sure I'll feel a whole lot better once I actually get some sleep, but for right now, I'm just going to complain so I get it all out of my system. One month until my due date. Please, don't be late, Kenny!