9…but who’s counting?

i have reached the point in my pregnancy where it feels as though this baby will never arrive, and while simultaneously feeling like it’s going to be here in no time flat.

i’m doing my best to exercise my patience, attempting to enjoy what is most likely my last pregnancy. but the truth of the matter is, besides the obvious fact that i want to meet and hold and love on the newest member of the circus, i also wouldn’t mind getting my body back {mama’s, you know.} and while i treasure the kicks and karate chops you’re doing in my belly, and the excited grins on your brother and sister’s faces when they too feel you moving, i’m also ready to get off this emotional, hormonal roller coaster you’ve got me on {again, mama’s. word.}

in the midst of feeling all *is this over yet?,* i stumbled upon this quote, and i love this perspective. so optimistic, so positive, so true. so i’m now attempting to shift pregnancy attitude gears:

*instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy and complaining about the shadow over my feet, i’d have cherished every minute of it and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was to be my only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.* {erma bombeck}

whoa.

so in celebration of the fact that we are in the single digits of the last leg of this trip, this miracle assistance, i’m launching a countdown on the blog to make the time go a wee bit faster, but not too fast.

if not for you, then for me  🙂

see you soon-ish baby!