...i think i've officially reached my frustrated waiting point. tomorrow, i'll officially be 40 weeks. and i feel like this sweet little bun has done enough baking. i'm biting my tongue to not complain about being uncomfortable, nauseous, and just plain over being pregnant. the first 37 weeks we're great and now i've hit my breaking point. i guess it's natures incentive to help me push through when it's my birthing time, huh? it doesn't help that i feel like a watched pot waiting to boil. i know everyone's excited but i feel like all eyes are on me for the first contraction. i'm just as anxious as they are! this is a good time for me to practice patience. argh!
on an exciting note, kevin completed his last chemotherapy treatment yesterday. we celebrated with some take out from our favorite local thai place. i am so happy for him and i can't imagine how thrilled he is to not have to be "infused" for 6 hours ever again! now we just have follow-up to check on his bloodwork. all blood results have been fantastic to date. so we are feeling good about that.
kevin will continue his disability from work while he gets back his strength, completes follow-up appointments and spends time with me and baby girl. it'll be beyond wonderful to be home together the first couple weeks she's home. we call that, our silver lining. and the joy of her soon arrival... we don't even have words for.