At this point, it seems like I have been pregnant for my entire life rather just the past 39 weeks. I lay in bed at night and wonder if I will ever feel normal again and just how much bigger my belly can stretch.
Except for a few decoratvie details in her very very pink bedroom, there is nothing left to accomplish on my to-do list. I find myself refolding and reorganizing her clothes at least every other day as Henry organizes her bin of soft little baby toys in different drawers and spaces through her room.
I'm looking forward to sharing the special story of her birth very soon!