Time's a tickin'

I'm trying my very best to enjoy the last few weeks of pregnancy (who knows, this may be the last time I'll be creating another human being and an organ). But I just can't seem to. Though this pregnancy has been much easier than Micro's, I believe I'm just one of those women who don't enjoy being pregnant. Now, it took me awhile to admit that and forgive myself for not feeling the opposite. I'm sure I'm not alone.

As any mother knows, the last trimester is the most difficult. By now, picking up anything off the floor is a workout, sleep used to be a gift, and looking in the mirror is just madness. On top of all that, I'm having to find ways to keep Micro entertained and happy without having to take him to the playground or do too much physical activity. However, on some days, I just fail to keep his energy level at bay and I deal with it best I can. Thankfully, my family has been very supportive and when they can, come over to watch Micro, while Mr. Fliz and I attend to prepping for Micron, or just enjoying some alone time.

Don't get me wrong, I am blessed to be able to bring a baby into this world and enjoy feeling the all the tiny (or in my case, LARGE) kicks, nudges, and loop de loops, Micron is doing inside me. Last Sunday night, I had some preterm labor. I hadn't even reached 36 weeks yet and I began to worry. Though I'm sure there are hundreds of babies born successfully even more premature than that, I just wasn't ready for Micron to enter the world. Thankfully, Micron listened to Mommy's pleas and decided he or she, wasn't ready either. "Don't hold your breath just yet, Mommy," I can hear Micron say. The past week has been dotted with lots of strong Braxton Hicks contractions that are close together, that there have been plenty of false alarms. 

Mr. Fliz and I have been hard at work trying to make room in our tiny abode to fit in the newest member of our family. It's been fun revisiting all the newborn clothing and accessories. I still can't wrap my head around the fact that we'll have two kids under two. The thought is daunting, and yet, Mr. Fliz and I can't wait to meet our new baby. We'll see how much longer Micron can last inside the comfort of my womb. . . sorry to break it to ya kid, but the outside world is a much scarier place. 

However, I've been looking back at all of Micro's baby pictures and I'm just excited to know that no matter what happens, God will be looking out for us, and we'll hopefully be celebrating a healthy birth and another one of these. . .