Almost there...almost...there.

Four weeks and three days left until D-Day and it can't come soon enough.  They tell you it will be tough, that your body won't be your own and that lack of sleep will become the norm, but no matter what they tell you it can never truly prepare you for the challenge of pregnancy.  Feet hurting from swelling even when off your feet, eating every two hours 24 hours a day and only taking naps in between when possible, morning sickness that lasts long into the wee hours of the night even in the 3rd trimester, the inability to hold it when a sneeze or little cough suddenly comes on, the endless worry of whether or not your feeding your precious little one enough and of what they need whilst in the womb, the loss of appetite, and the list goes on.  They also say though, that the minute you hold your little one in your arms for the first time, all of that goes away; that one look at your precious baby makes it all disappear.  I cannot wait for that day to come.  To hold my little Noah in my arms is the only thing that keeps me focused.  Parenthood is no joke, but it has proven to be, at least for me, one of the greatest gifts I could ever receive.

Cheers to mommy-hood...:]

Liss