Ok, kids. We've got 30 days...

I had figured that the last 10 weeks of pregnancy would be the absolute longest. I'm getting bigger by the nano-second, my feet are swollen, and rolling over in bed is darn near impossible. To my surprise, things are going by pretty fast (though I might change my mind when things aren't progressing at week 38), and it's hard to believe that we'll have a baby boy in our presence in just about a month! 

Looking back, I've had a pretty easy pregnancy; I never had morning sickness, and I've felt pretty good the whole time. Oddly enough, I haven't enjoyed pregnancy much, and I can't say I will miss lugging our son around- inside of me, that is. I'm ready to fit into my regular clothes again, and say good riddance to anything with an elastic waistband. I want to drink as much coffee as I want without getting evil stares from people at Starbucks. And I miss wine like nobody's business. I was also looking forward to not receiving unsolicited parenting advice from the "been-there-done-that" type, but I'm gonna guess that giving birth is just the beginning of such. More than anything, I'm ready to hold the baby that has been in the works for the last 8 months, and I'm curious to see who he looks like. 

These last few months, Jon and I have been doing a lot of things together, enjoying our time together, and just being together. It's been great but I am positive we'll get an even greater outlook on life raising our son together. Only one month left, and somehow I think I'll look back and wonder how a month, and even a year can slip though our fingers so quickly. I suppose I ought to enjoy these last 30 days, huh?