I have to say, while I have been sad about my pregnancy ending, I don't know why it's wanting to go out on such a downer. I mean, really. I have absolutely LOVED being pregnant.
But I am so ready to meet Bumble. I did not think that we would be seeing week 41. I thought I would be getting to know my baby. Still having the sleepless nights, but for a completely different reason.
It's 9.30 and I'm going to bed. I feel so out of it and yucky and I'm hoping I sleep a little bit better tonight than last night. I mean... wishful thinking isn't always dangerous, is it?