For instance, I feel:
- Anxious. I thought I had put behind me the constant analysis of every small twinge or new sensation to determine if it is a sign of impending labor.
- Curious. I still am very excited to find out the gender of this baby and what he or she looks like. And man, do I hope this baby at least somewhat resembles the Hoos (and I don't mean in terms of body parts).
- Ambivalent. Playing the "Ready or not ready" game. This consists of me flip-flopping about if I want the baby to come now or hang on until June 2nd.
- Confident. It is nice to feel confident in my mothering ability, having done it before as opposed to freaked out over how I am going to deal with constant new challenges.
- Cumbersome. Today I am wearing black pants that sort of tent up to the apex of my belly. Since that doesn't make much sense, imagine Danny DeVito as the Penguin. My belly sticks out - far. Further than last time I think, and I have the new pretty red stretch marks to prove it.
- Good. In general, I feel good. Sure, at the end of the day I am a bit creaky, but for the most part, I can't complain.