The Final Days of Pregnancy

It's hard to believe that in a week's time, I will no longer be pregnant. You think it's not going to end, and then the day comes like today, when you realize that it is ending. Just as I got used to my cumbersome body, I feel a pang of regret knowing that this huge butterball of a mid-section is going away, transforming into a human baby, but gone, all the same. My massive tummy and I were just getting the hang of it. Now, wham, it's going to be taken away from me. Pregnancy bliss, being spoiled by strangers, getting special treatment, not caring about caloric consumption, always having the perfect excuse, taking my own, sweet time, spending lots of time on the couch, getting favors done, letting it all out, and so much more, will be gone in a week. Back to reality and anonymity.  I quite got accustomed to the perks of pregnancy.  Though I complained a lot and though they seemed to loom on forever, I adored the nine months.  To find myself pregnant in April this year at age 46 was a titillating discovery. Staying pregnant in the vulnerable first 12 weeks was an enormous relief. Watching my body grow to gargantuan size in the mid-section was shocking.  Getting around the last several weeks has been tiresome.  And all the possible combinations of emotions poked their heads in to this three-quarter of a year-long experience. Physically and emotionally....it challenged me in a wonderful way. I took care of myself as best I could. And I continued on with my life as if the pregnancy were an appendage. Because I knew that I couldn't just sit and bask in the advanced-age pregnancy. I had to get some things accomplished, pregnant at 46 or not. Most important of those things was to be the best mommy to my daughter as I could be.  She deserved all the attention I was able to give her throughout these nine months. I hope she thinks I did a good job.  So, I am looking at my last weekend I'll be pregnant. What will I do and how will I savor it?  I am going to spend all my time with my daughter. It will be our last weekend together as a mommy and daughter duo. This is her last weekend of being the only child. She can get spoiled a little! Tonight we got our Christmas tree. Tomorrow we will finish decorating it.  A pre-baby celebration will be had.  But if I end up in the delivery room this weekend, it will be an abrupt end to a fun-filled journey of pregnancy in my 46th year.