Ready?

In my last post I emphasized how much I was READY for this baby to be out of me. I was thinking about how I can't sleep well anymore, how I'm peeing every 10 minutes, can't walk comfortably, have swollen feet and hands, and just am generally not comfortable. I didn't really dwell on the thought of actually having a newborn. A human that Andrew and I are totally responsible for keeping alive, happy, and healthy. I was reading a few articles yesterday on the postpartum time, 24 hours to a week after baby is born; and honestly, I got a little freaked out. There is so much I don't know, so much I haven't educated myself enough on, so much I have probably been extremely naive about. I had a brief moment of OMGTHEREISNOWAYICANDOTHIS panic when my co-worker said "you better text me if you go into labor this weekend!" as I was leaving for the day yesterday. I replied quickly back to her "I am NOT going into labor this weekend!!", and while I probably wont, it still scared the crap out of me to hear that and realize that it's a possibility that it COULD happen.
Don't get me wrong, I still cannot wait to hold my girl in my arms, smell her sweet little baby smell, kiss her cheeks, count her toes, touch her lips, and most of all love her and be her mama. It's just a little scary. I know Andrew and I will figure it out, and ultimately by the grace of God be pretty decent parents to our girl. True to my worrying nature, I'm sitting here feeling her move, holding my belly, and  sweetly asking her to give mom and dad at least a couple more weeks to get prepared. Mentally.
I guess you could say that my attitude has changed since Wednesday. I'm feeling pretty content right now with Ruby being tucked away safely in my body where I know how to take care of her.

Thanks for listening to my first pre-parenthood freak out moment since I first saw that little plus sign on the pregnancy test. Y'all are the best.

I feel better now. :)