I always figured by this point in the pregnancy I would be "ready" to have the baby. Isn't that what women always say by the end? Just can't wait for that little egg to hatch.
I am not there yet. This little bugger can stay in there as long as it wants as far as I'm concerned. There is WAY too much stuff to get done before he/she comes. I still need to take a class on childbirth. Not to mention watching the DVD's and practice all the tricks to cope with pain. I need to learn how to be the perfect parent. How to take care of something so small and fragile. I have to spend more alone time with Dan, because lord knows our days of lazy Saturday's spent watching TV on the couch are long gone in another month. I need to clean the house (as you all know, a new infant judges a messy house severely), finish the nursery, have everything picture perfect for when the big day arrives. I need to get the brakes fixed on the car, start a savings account for the baby's future, practice more yoga. There is just too much to do. Everything is not perfect.
Oh yeah, I forgot...things will never be completely perfect. I will never be completely and entirely prepared. And even if I was, that baby would throw in a curve ball so big Dan and I wouldn't know what hit us. Maybe that's the fun of all of it? You just have no idea what you are getting into until you are there?