What it Means to Reach 37 Weeks at Age 46

I am full term today! My sigh of relief today is the biggest one yet. My pregnancy has been thankfully uneventful. I got an A+ on my sonogram two days ago. I couldn't have asked for better health throughout. Although waddling around with an extra 40 pounds packed in a humongous stomach isn't exactly the easiest thing I've ever done, it hasn't been all that bad.  The only difficult part of the pregnancy was the keep-to-myself stress I felt from day two until I was somewhat out of the woods around 32 weeks.  My inability or my refusal to allow myself to rejoice in the earlier months is now hindsight.  If I had known then what I know now - that everything is completely on track - I would have been dancing in the streets from the day after I read the pregnancy test.  To be certain, I did dance and kick up my heels the day the pregnancy test turned into a pink "t". April 14th.  A day to store in my journal forever!! What happiness I felt that day...to know that a little life was forming in my belly.  And it was there in spite of all the odds against it getting there in the first place and staying there.  Now here I stand 7 months and 5 days later. The profound happiness is back today. What joy I get to experience again.  That little start of life is now a full term baby getting prepared to enter the world outside my womb any day now. He or she can come out today and be right on track. That's what our 37 weeks we've reached together has come to. Come out, come out, little baby, you're allowed to now.  Thank you so much for growing and being a wonderful tummy mate. What a great job you did. I hope you didn't mind the onslaught of late night snacking or several trips to the bathroom  at night I put you through.  Your big sister has all her old baby toys set in blue buckets ready for you to play with her.  Thank you for this remarkable journey. At age 46 it has been an experience of a lifetime!