Even the bad days aren't so bad.

Tomorrow I'll be 34 weeks pregnant. I'm tired, I'm sore all over, work is getting harder to deal with every day, and walking is a challenge in itself. I feel blessed. All these pains and difficulties are getting me closer each day to meeting Carver. I could whine all day about this stuff, but why? Soon I'll be holding him and introducing him to his daddy and big brother and our lives will never be the same. Sometimes I wonder if Riley really expects a baby to come from all this. To a 4 year old it must seem like I've been pregnant half his life. Lately I've had a lot of contractions and other discomforts and my doctor is happy to see I'm 50% effaced because it's a good sign that my body is prepping for the big day and gives me a better chance for a VBAC. Today when she measuring my belly it was measuring 37 weeks. Since baby has been measuring ahead a couple weeks and I have extra amniotic fluid this is to be expected and could mean I deliver a bit before my due date, but that's not a sure thing.  Except for a few small items we are pretty much set for Carver whenever he decides to make his grand entrance. I can't wait for him to meet all the amazing people in my life who have loved him from the first day they knew he existed. I feel like we were waiting for him even before he had been created, he was just waiting for the right time to bless us with his existence.