Two Weeks and Counting

As of today, I am exactly two weeks away from my due date, June 30. If this were my first pregnancy all over again, I would be four weeks away from my actual delivery date. One hard thing about the last few weeks of a pregnancy is the waiting. Here I am feeling huge; having a hard time moving around, sleeping, and just getting things done in general; enjoying constant heartburn and clumsiness; and yet, I don't know if I will be this way for another couple days, a week, weeks, or a month. So, all that I can do is go on with my daily life, and wait patiently for this young lady to decide to come see us in person. Today my mom came over and helped me cook a few meals to put in the freezer and then I put the infant car seat in the car (Sebastian even tested it out by putting his teddy bear, Aloysius, in it) which means that, once I vacuum the house and mop the kitchen floor, I am ready for this baby to come. I have never thought that she would come early, I have always expected her to be late. But after my last doctor's appointment--where they told me that they don't let people be nearly as late as two weeks but would sooner induce--I started to be nervous about whether I will go into labor at all. I was two weeks late and induced with Sebastian, and this is not what I want to happen with Evelyn. I would, after all, like to know what it is like to Actually go into labor. But then, I just remind myself that before you know it, the baby will be here, and this will, once again, just be part of the past. (I am, of course, referring specifically to the pains of childbirth.) And, I might add, a part of the past that just gets dimmer and dimmer as time moves on until eventually, I hardly remember anything about it. In the meantime, please pray that this baby is on-time, or early, and I will shortly start walking marathons.