Just laying here trying to go back to sleep and it just hit me really hard that this is my last little. No more pregnancies, no more babies. This is it. So now I feel bad for wishing she’d make her entrance already, because I’ll never get to experience pregnancy again, not the joys, not the pain, not the alien trying to escape movements. So, I guess as much as I want her here I’m going to take a step back and try to enjoy every last uncomfortable moment until she does.