Twelve days before my due date, thirty-eight weeks and two days pregnant and I can't wait to have this baby! The wait is killing me! Aside from being excited to see my little boy, I am just so tired of having to sleep on my side, roll out of bed (literally), and waddle from one point to another. I am just so heavy. 

Patience isn't one of my strongest traits, that's why I became a surgeon (but that's another story), and waiting for this baby is one of the hardest tests I had to take. I just can't wait to put him in his cute onesies, and push him around on his brand new stroller and drive around with him in his carseat and show him off to relatives and friends and break the internet with tons of pictures of him...you know...well anyway, I don't think he's ready to come out yet. 

I've already cleaned everything, washed all his things, and packed my hospital bag (more than two weeks ago fyi), oh, and I've read almost all mommy blogs and websites there is....and yes, I did read a part of my old OB book because someone told me to read it again so I'd know if I'll be in labor (and because I'm a geek like that). I also started doing yoga again so I can listen to my body more and know if it's time. I've done so many things that I thought I'll be giving birth this July but I guess not yet, besides,I still have 5 more days until the end of the month, and I'm not yet due until the first week of August, so I guess I have more waiting to do...and more waddling. 

I've been talking to my baby a lot lately, asking him if he's ready to come out but I'd usually get a kick on the liver or a squirm, so I guess not yet, it's still cozy inside for him. Because of the anticipation, I keep forgetting that everything will happen in the right time, all in God's perfect timing. So a few days ago I've decided to just wait and pray, and be ready, and one day, when God says it's time, then it's time.