I've noticed that as I get closer to the end, everyone wants to share their birth stories. Not only have I been freaked out and scared, but I've been grossed out. The concensus on advice is to stay on top of my breathing. If I lose it, I could let the pain consume me and it end up being too painful. I thought this was really good advice for a first time mother.
Daily I'm plagued with thoughts of how the labor might be or what to expect but my mom told me to just let my body do what it's supposed to do. I'm not going to stop it or force it to happen. I am very nervous and feel as though I'm not ready but I don't have a choice. This baby will come when he wants to come. Right now, I feel like it might be in July. And Kendall just kicked me so I guess it will be. *sigh* I'm going to stay prayful and know that everything will be ok. The Lord wouldn't have put me in this position and made me capable of doing this if I didn't know how to. I will keep my faith in him about all things.
While on the subject, I need to decide on my doggone invitations. I swear, this is so exhausting. At least I ordered the favors already. I'll hold out on the other stuff until I (hopefully) get a stimulus check.
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