I can't get comfortable enough to sleep through the night, not even close. I can't take a deep breath, or eat more than a few bites of food at a time, or walk particularly long distances. I'm ready to have my body back to myself, if only so that I can pick up my son without making a huge production of it. Mostly I just can't wait to meet this little girl. My daughter. And what all of this adds up to is that I'm ready for this part to be over, and to move onto the next.
I love that right now, at this moment, I get to carry her with me all the time. I love it so much, and I don't want it to end.