Baby Snider is running out of room. Now when he/she moves I feel it in my back, sides, ribs, and belly button all at once! It's beginning to get uncomfortable, but at the same time I'm cherishing this time with my baby. My belly is beginning to itch. Everytime the baby moves I put my hands on my belly; I feel like I'm cuddling Baby Snider all the time. I feel so privileged to get to carry this little life inside me. I don't think I'm ready to let Baby Snider come out yet. I love being pregnant.
The birth seems so close now. I think about it a great deal. I think about what music I'd like to play, I think about what room I might like to birth in, I think about what food I want to have in the house to snack on during labor. Our new house has the most enormously deep bathtub in it. Every time I take a bath I wonder if I'll labor or even deliver in it. I wonder what real contractions feel like, if I will be a quiet birther or screamer, if I will cry when the baby rests on the outside of my belly for the first time.
I wonder if I will want lots of hands on support from my husband, sister, sister-in-law and my midwife, or if I'll want to be left completely alone while laboring. I wonder if this sentimental streak that's been manifesting itself is a result of pregnancy or if I've actually become a sentimental person by becoming a mother.
I'm sorry this blog has been so boring these past weeks. I've just been floating through life lately, trying to enjoy everything before it all changes so dramatically. Blogging has sort of fallen by the wayside. I'm ready to pick it up again, though. You'll just have to bear with me through the multitude of posts on birth and my thoughts in relation. Soon there will just be tons and tons and tons of pictures of Baby Snider.