On the other hand, here we are! 36 weeks. My induction is scheduled for a week from tomorrow at 8 AM. I may meet my little girl in a week. Tonight my husband and I were both talking to her. He suggested that we call her Meatball (ha) and asked her what she thought. It seems like we are so close to having her in our arms.
Tomorrow morning we have our carseat check (first we have to actually install it) and we are finally going to put together the crib and the dresser and get the baby's room organized. After L, I swore that if we ever had another baby, I wouldn't do anything until he or she arrived and would just have a friend or my parents bring us a carseat in the hospital. I felt that way until about a month ago when the urge to prepare and nest kicked in and I just could not help myself. Now I just want the room set up so I can feel like we are prepared in the only way I know how to be.
For those of you out there who have experienced a loss and have gone on to have a healthy, living child, how did you handle the anxiety at the end? I'm still exercising and going to acupuncture and I have times when I feel happy and optimistic, but the fear is always there...
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