This is going to sound completely mental, but I've been feeling so torn up about coming to the end of my pregnancy.

I mean, yes it's uncomfy, yes I'm not getting much sleep, yes I desperately would love to meet this little'un who I've bonded to so much.

But after so many years of TTC, so much IVF and knowing this will be my last pregnancy, I am also so enjoying being pg that I don't want it to end just yet!

I'm actually feeling a little melancholy everytime the little'un kicks or moves about. I know in 7 or so weeks, give or take, it'll be here for all the world to see, interact with and enjoy. Right now, it's like our little secret, DH's and mine, to lie in bed at night with DH's hand on my belly, feeling the bub move around under its dad's hands.

But it will also be a relief to know that when baby does arrive, it'll be safe and sound in our arms, perfect and wanted. It will then be as much a part of DH's life as mine.

So it's push, pull all the time, wanting April to come soon, as well as wanting it to never come! Does anyone else feel this way?

love
sushee