Sentimental

The day has finally arrived. I am only 30 days away from my due date, and reasonably sure that my long-awaited baby girl will come a little earlier than that. Then why does it feel so sad...almost like a loss? Don't get me wrong, I can't wait to see my baby girl, hold her, feed her, dress her up in bows and pink frills. But recently I have been thinking, with much melancholy, just how much I will miss her being inside me. I have carried her with me for so long. She is such a wiggle-worm, I never feel alone all day because I feel her ever-squirming presence. I love feeling her move and roll and kick in there. I think that not knowing whether or not this will be my last baby is making this feel so "final" to me. I love being pregnant...even with the pinched back nerves and the uncomfortable Braxton Hicks contractions. What if I never feel that again?