For some reason this morning I feel a need to write up a bit about this pregnancy (as if I haven’t documented enough.) But as it winds to a close (hopefully soon) I feel the need to record what I will all too soon forget. Here’s a random list:

-The last week and a half I’ve been craving ice cream. Yesterday as part of our Valentines celebration we visited Mitchell’s ice cream, and yup! I bought of pint of lemon and black raspberry frozen yogurt as a sort of “you made it to your last week” prize. Hopefully, the babe will come before I have to get another!

-If there has been one thing that I have craved more than anything else throughout this pregnancy it has been fruit. I’ve always been a lover of fruit, but since getting pregnant I can’t get enough of it. This morning I ate an orange, a pear and a kiwi.

-I’ve carried very high with this pregnancy.

This is a picture taken of me at my baby shower a couple of weeks ago. I haven’t posted many belly shots on the blog, but this one is just too hilarious to resist.

-I have felt much more like a mom being pregnant than I expected. I find myself saying things like “when I’m a Mom. . . ” and it never feels quite right. I already am a Mom. I think about my baby constantly. I love him. People joke about how pregnant women are always touching their stomachs, and what those people don’t realize is we’re not touching our stomachs, we’re interacting with our children. Scotland loves it when I tap around on his back, he’ll kick his feet and squirm around. Tom and I wonder if perhaps he takes after Tom and finds it all too ticklish to handle!

-As I watch the days tick down I feel like I’m in a “stand still.” Frozen by the thought that I am about to experience the largest change in my life up to this point, I’m completely overwhelmed by the thoughts of what I should do these last several days. That combined with exhaustion has led to a lot of blur over this past week. With the understanding that I may still have a week ahead of me, I’m at a complete loss of what to do. I’ve sewn booties and a bowtie for his blessing oufit, made a crib bumper and spit-up clothes for friends, watched and followed several Photoshop tutorials, read, walked, cooked, cleaned, watched movies, worked, but mostly done a lot of sitting and starring- at nothing. I get advice like “Do anything you want to do now, because you won’t get the chance later.” “Sleep as much as you can now because you won’t get much later.” “Now’s your chance. . . ” but frankly, I’ve spent the last twenty-four years doing what I wanted to do. I’ve had a full, rich, and abundant life thus far, and now what I really want is to be a mother. What I really want is to cuddle with my baby, to make silly faces at him, and sing him lullabies. I want to experience the trial and pain as well as empowerment and joy of labor and nursing. As much as I want to clean out a certain pantry downstairs, as much as I need to patch and paint several areas in my house, as dusty and dirty as my baseboards are, I can’t seem to get myself motivated to jump into those projects. Instead, I’m sewing unnecessary bowties and booties; I’m doing yoga to prepare for birth, and going for long walks in hopes of inducing labor. My mind is constantly occupied with visions of Tom playing with his little mop-headed boy. So, little Scotland, come on out. We’re ready for you!