I now begin hibernating within the confines of my air-conditioned home.
I have 6 weeks to go and plenty to do here in the way of nesting. I’ve also hit that uncomfortable stage where leaving the house seems more like a living nightmare rather than a well-orchestrated dream. Oh sure, I’ll leave on occasion, but only for a short duration and only becuase I have to.
In fact, my whole life slows during the final months of pregnancy. I do things to pass the time, but I keep a snail’s pace and say, “No,” a lot.
And guess what?
I like it that way.
My life becomes leisurely. I have time for things like foot massages from the children, naps, and just sitting and watching my little ones play. There is something beautiful and wonderful about the end of pregnancy in spite of the creaky hips and aching back and breathlessness.
As I’m so fond of telling my husband,
I’m growing another human being.
It doesn’t get much better than that.