During the pregnancy there were always milestones that I enjoyed hitting. First there were the one where I finally made it out of my first tri and was able to share the news with you. Next was feeling KLM kick (happened during an u/s so we knew it was her). Then we found out KLM was a girl (found out before 14w). We moved on to when the hubby finally felt her move around, then it was when we started classes. Now the milestones are ones that my mom set up...as to when she had us. I have 4 older siblings and they were ALL EARLY! Today I'm hitting milestone 1 -- my oldest sibling was born 6 weeks early. I'm passing that one up and with each week that goes by, I pass more. I was the only one that on time. :)
Last night a friend asked me if I was nervous at all and I felt very happy and able to say no. I'm not. I wonder if I used up all my nervousness at the beginning when I was worried about if she was okay and healthy. Now, I'm just excited. I know it will be painful when the time comes but really, what's the point of worrying about it?! The closer to D-Day the more introverted I get. I'd rather spend these last few weeks just enjoying some peace and not deal with others. Is that weird? Maybe it's my subconscious getting myself ready for it all. Who knows... but when the time comes to hit that final milestone, it will be amazing.