So, in my misery of these last few weeks of pregnancy, where the days seem to drag in endless misery while I try to keep up with my 6 year old and toddler, I've been feeling like "a few more weeks" seemed like an endless abyss of pregnancy. While I was laying down with my toddler today, I realized that there is a very real end in sight. That I am at the point to counting down the days instead of the long weeks - which seems so much more bearable. My due date is April 15, and my doc won't let me go past 41 weeks (welcome to being "advanced maternal age" at an OB's office), which means that as of today I only have (and not more than) 18 more days! Wow, I can handle that!
All of a sudden I feel like I can trudge through these days of exhaustion, grouchiness, and never-ending hunger knowing it's only days, not weeks, of waiting.