Counting Down

Three days. I have three days until I'm due. Coincidently, I also have three days until my "last" doctors appointment. It can't come fast enough. (And I better be dilated and ready to go into labor, or that doctor is going to get . . . gonna get . . . well, . . . just believe me it will be something bad -- like a crying, irrational, ready-to-pop pregnant lady)

You know a lot of things in life are all about perspective. Right now, three days seems like an eternity. But I think back on how long I've been uncomfortable. How long it's been since I didn't have to get up at night and pee? Or sleep with the fan blowing in the wonderfully cool night air. How long has it been since I've been able to stand up and walk with out a twinge of pain running down my legs for the first few steps? When was the last time I was able to pick up Googie without feeling my lunch come up, or hurting my back, or smashing my bladder? It's been a long time. So what's three more days?

Three more days I can handle. Anything longer is an eternity.