Light at the End of the Tunnel

With two weeks or so to go until my due date, I am filled with conflicting emotions. Every woman must feel this way at the end of her pregnancy, but I haven't really stopped to think about it until now. Since I've already had two kids, I know what's coming when the baby comes out! That alone gives me some comfort and patience in letting him stay in a few more weeks. :)

Now: I can't wait for the baby to come so I can finally sleep at night!
Later: At least when I was pregnant the baby didn't wake me up multiple times in the night!

Now: I can't wait until the baby comes so I'm not so HUGE anymore!
Later: At least when I was huge being pregnant people thought it was "cute." Now I'm just fat.
(Several people have commented that I look cute pregnant. It is so sweet of them, especially since Eric tells me that isn't exactly the word he would use.... But today at the grocery store, someone asked me if I was having twins. Thank you so much for killing my self-esteem.)

Now: I can't wait until the baby comes so I'm not so tired!
Later: I wish I were still pregnant and not so tired from being up in the night with this baby.

Now: I can't wait until my ribs stop hurting from being kicked and pushed on, and there isn't so much pressure that I can't move my legs more than two feet forward, and I don't feel like a beached whale when turning over in bed anymore.
Later: I wish I hadn't complained when I was pregnant--now I'm bleeding, stinging, healing stitches, engorged, cramping and sore.

Now: I can't wait until I can actually put my kids on my lap again.
Later: All three of my kids want to sit on my lap at the same time!