Due Date. Smoo Date.

due dates.  I know better than to get my hopes up with them, but for some reason I can't ever stop believing in them.  like maybe they are the truth.  maybe like Santa Claus.  If you believe hard enough, you'll see him.  if I believe hard enough, baby will arrive with bells on at 40 weeks. pshwaaaa.

so here i am.  40 weeks pregnant. after a meal of crab legs (thanks grandma).

 the look on my face says it all:) how are you meg? oh i'm fine. just really pregnant.  the body is amazing.  that is for sure.  this has been a week, and i'm slightly-no-scratch that- i'm exhausted.  so the thought of taking care of a wee one is slightly nerve wracking.  At the same time I just want to see this little one's face, and kiss this little one's toes.  I'm so nervous to go through birth again, the pain is just so unreal, but on the other hand I can't wait to feel truly strong.  Giving birth makes you do nothing except focus on the what is going on right then.  AND that second.  You don't have time to worry about the past, the future, you just are there.  AND you get to conquer something so natural and primal.  

so here i am waiting.  i don't do waiting very well, but it's okay.  i don't have a choice and will take care of myself in the meantime.  Keep busy, rely on friends, the boys, working out, family.

the best news is that i for sure know that in T-14 days I will see my baby.  ;0) yay-holy crap-WHoo-ERMAgerd.

love,
momma