"Are we there yet?"

I feel like I'm the obnoxious little kid on the long car rides, harassing her parents by asking every ten minutes "are we there yet?"... but instead I'm the obnoxious pregnant woman harassing her husband and God, even, "is it time yet?!" I literally feel as if I've been pregnant for YEARS! I know that I need to take this time and enjoy it and savor it, but I just feel so anxious. I want to meet my baby girl so badly, and I am ready for this pregnancy to be over!!! I am so uncomfortable all the time, and am having a really hard time breathing normally. I can't get deep breaths in, and I am constantly breathless, just from even the shortest walks. It's getting old!!  My poor mom, all she hears are my complaints, so she sent me a sweet little thought in the mail to try to calm me down and put things into perspective, I would love to share it.

IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER
"A gentle humorist answers one of the hardest questions for us all"
By Erma Bombeck

Someone asked me the other day if I had my life to live over, would I change anything? No, I answered, but then I began to think....
If I had my life to live over, I would have talked less and listened more. I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained and the sofa faded. I would have eaten popcorn in the "good" living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace. I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth. I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed. I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage. I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains. I would have cried and laughed less while watching television---and more while watching life. I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband. I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day. I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, would show soil or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.
Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was my only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.
When my child kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later. Now go get washed up for dinner."
There would have been more I love you's... more I'm sorry's....but mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute...look at it and really see it....live it... and never give it back.


I love, love this little article. It has helped put things into perspective for me, at least for a good day or so, and then I start feeling impatient again, and then I have to re-read it to help pacify my anxiety!! So thanks mom for sending this to me :) you are an angel!!