Waiting

Two more weeks to go.  I can't decide if I want this baby to hurry up and come, or if I want him to take his time. But, guess what-- I don't have any choice in the matter. I'm sick of being pregnant, but I also want to savor these last moments that are just Nora and I. I feel huge and it's exhausting anticipating labor. Every time I make a noise Tim thinks it's a contraction. It's stressful, but so is life with  a newborn. Also in the background is the absence of my mother, which I have been thinking about more and more as I get closer to D-day.