Tic...Toc...

The nursery is done, our hospital bag is packed... NOW WHAT?
I am trying to be patient waiting for our son to arrive... but I must say, that I am failing terribly! I am not a patient person - ask anyone that knows me. 9 months is FAR too long to wait for your life to change in the most amazing way possible. :)
Today I am 37 weeks and 4 days pregnant, to be exact. Today is also Tyler's birthday and he really wants his son to be born today. Wish I could make that happen, Tyler!

In the meantime (during my sleepless nights) I've been thinking a lot about how comical the pregnancy journey is. I am not going to edit a thing - so if you are bashful, stop reading now. ;) Here is how I see it:
Bam! You find out you're pregnant. Every second of your day it's in the back of your mind, you might even walk more cautiously or drive slower; as if to not disturb the little poppy seed inside of you (I did). :) You want to tell the WORLD about your exciting news, but you have to wait until it's 'safe'. So...you wait.
Barf! Every smell (coffee, Tyler's deodorant), sound (the alarm clock), taste (everything except for 6" tuna subs and Dr. Pepper) makes you hurl into the toilet - if you're lucky enough to be near one. Otherwise you get pretty good at puking into your hands (I am skilled - not a drop on my shirt, couch or floor), the parking lot, or whatever bag/cup you have sitting in your car. Everyone tells you it's just a phase and will get better by the 2nd trimester. So...you wait.
Blek! Still barfing...and WELL into your second trimester. You're annoyed because you spent so many hungry nights before the baby trying to lose weight on Weight Watchers or Jenny Craig with no luck. You are finally losing weight the one time in your life when you are supposed to be gaining weight. Awesome. People tell you it should get better soon (with an "eak" look on their face). So...you wait.
Poo! You can finally keep most of your food down, but now you can't get it out. (If you know what I mean.) You sit on the toilet - and you WAIT. ;)
Yay! Everyone tells you that you get to find out the sex of your baby at week 18. 18 weeks is a LONG time, but you have no choice. If you're like me, you have a paper chain (the kind we made in Elementary school to count down the days til X-mas)for each day until you can find out Pink or Blue. Then your doctor tells you that he does the ultra sound at week 20, not week 18. Ugh! So...you wait.
Eeeeeeeee! You find out the sex of your baby and things start to look a bit more eventful for the next few months. You have to register, have a baby shower, decorate the nursery, if you're like us (nuts!) you move into a new house. For once I felt like time needed to slow down so we could get everything done in time for our little man's arrival. It felt like a tornado of events. So, we kicked it into high gear and got everything completed - we were moved in, house painted, decorated all in less than 2 weeks.
36 weeks is the magic number - you can safely have him. You've never been so excited to have your hoo-ha checked. You swear you must be dilated to a nine because it feels like he's going to fall out. The doctor tells you you're not dilated at all. So...you wait.
Then 37 weeks comes along... and you're dilated to a one. A one???? I could sneeze and dilate to a one. Come on!
Now, guess what we're doing?? - Yep. We are waiting.
We are both ready for this baby! I am ready to be able to wear normal clothes again, to be able to pick something up off the floor when I drop it, to get out a bed without grunting and squirming, to have skinny feet, to have 1 or 1 1/2 chins and not 3, to eat spicy food without breathing fire, to enjoy a cocktail after a long day. I think Tyler is very much ready for me to not be pregnant anymore either.
2 1/2 weeks left doesn't sound like a long time, but literally each day feels like an eternity.

They say, the best things in life are worth waiting for. This is true. Cruz is going to be SO worth the wait. Even for impatient me. I'm excited to see who he looks like (hopefully Tyler), how pudgy his knees are, what makes him smile, and how his giggle sounds. 2 1/2 more weeks... but feel free to come sooner, Cruz! We'll just be here ...waiting. :)