The Waiting Is The Hardest Part : The Baby Project Lucy Peck is less than two weeks away from her due date, but says the waiting feels like it's taking forever.
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The Waiting Is The Hardest Part

Lucy Peck is less than two weeks away from her due date, but says the waiting feels like it's taking forever. Courtesy of Lucy Peck hide caption

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Lucy Peck is less than two weeks away from her due date, but says the waiting feels like it's taking forever.

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Thank you to everyone for the great advice given in the comments on my last post. Your support is much appreciated. And I've added several of your suggestions to my packing list!

Aaron and I are continuing to practice the relaxation techniques we have learned. I'm trying to have lots of different techniques ready to go, because we don't know what will work best for me.

According to our due date, we have less than two weeks to go. It feels like we've been sentenced to spend the next two weeks in limbo. Sure, we have a doctor's appointment every week now, and slowly but surely we are getting closer to the birth, but it feels like it's taking f...o...r...e...v...e...r.

I know, I know, be grateful for these last weeks as just the two of us. Use the time to prepare more fully. Enjoy my independence now because it all goes out the window once baby arrives. We are doing all these things, but man, this is like being 6 years old again and waiting for Christmas to finally get here.

About Lucy

Lucy Peck, 27, of Logan, Utah, became a first-time mom on July 29, when she and her husband, Aaron, welcomed Dexter Aaron Peck into their lives.

I try not to complain. I'm happy to be having a baby in the summertime. I love summer. The other day, at a frozen yogurt place, the girl behind the counter told me I must be miserable in all this heat. Taking my 10.5 ounce Mountain Blackberry yogurt off the scale, I smiled back and said, "Not with one of these in my hands!"

I've never been a big ice cream eater. I like it, but I'd much rather have a brownie or a cookie than ice cream usually. Not so in the last three months. I can't get enough of it. In all forms. I'm pretty sure it's not caused by the heat either. And I feel silly admitting to quite possibly the most cliche craving of pregnancy, but if I could eat it for every meal, every day, and not worry about getting nutrients to the baby, I would.

Aaron is sweet and gives in to my dairy craving whenever it hits. He teases, but I get it. I'd tease, too.

Only a few of my maternity clothes still fit. My belly is getting so big and protuberant I have to keep pulling all my shirts down. My jeans, that I love so much, don't fit and are too hot anyway. I'm stuck wearing the same two or three things for the next few weeks.

(And so you don't worry, my weight gain is still in the normal, recommended bounds. Baby is gaining all the weight now, I'm pretty sure. I don't eat THAT much ice cream.)

Sleeping through the night is nearly impossible. I wake up every time I have to roll over. Numb hips and charley horses are regular occurrences.

My ankles and feet are starting to swell again. They went down almost back to normal last week, but this week my sandals are cutting into my feet a little more and my toes more closely resemble Vienna sausages. My face is swelling, too. I hardly recognize myself in the pictures we've been taking.

I don't hate any of this. I know that Dexter will come when his time is right, and he's using this extra time to finish up what needs to be done. It's just a little hard to keep going at this point. I know that we'll have this baby. I know I won't be pregnant forever. No matter what I do, I can't speed up time, it will happen when it happens. But what do I do in the meantime?