31 Days

So I'm to that point where I need to start counting the days and not the weeks, as weeks take longer to go by then days do. This way I'm making progress DAILY instead of just weekly. Part of this is due to I'm anxious to see my little guy, then because I'm scared about how labor and delivery will go - I'd be delusional not to be scared -, and then because I want to have my body back to myself.
I described to you in my first post about Hyperemesis Gravadrum, or HG. I told you that it was very likely to come back in the 3rd trimester according to the doctors. Well, it has shown its ugly face again. YEA FOR ME....not. This morning I was having issues in this area and that is what inspired the following:

31 days.
31 days left of missing work for odd reasons.
Left of not being able to have a drink when I feel like it, seafood when I crave it, or even peaches when I see one.
31 days left of not being able to get up into the Truck or out of the Car.
Left of being tired all day and tossing and turning all night.
31 days left of ligaments stretching and pulling.

31 days!
31 days left of such a sore back and hips that a limp everywhere I go!
Left of painful jabs to the ribs throughout the day!
31 days left of knees and elbows waking me once I actually get to sleep!
Left of puking my guts up!
31 days left before an indescribable pain!

31 days.
31 days of feeling amazed at my body and what it can do.
Of having another life growing inside of me.
31 days of watching my tummy move on its own, which always makes me smile and laugh.
Of cleaning, organizing, and most importantly, waiting.
31 days of preparing for our big day.

31 days!
31 days of knowing where you are at all times!
Of having you reminding me to smile and be happy!
31 days of laughing at the feel of your hiccups!
Of rocking not just you, but both of us, to sleep!
31 days of knowing that you are always safe inside of me!

31 days.
31 days until the trip to the hospital.
Until I see the fruit of my labors.
31 days until I hear the cry I've been praying to hear for so long.
Until I experience a miracle and get to meet one too.
31 days until I get to see who's eyes, nose, and mouth you have.

31 days!
31 days until I get to hold you in my arms!
Until I will be able to kiss you all over!
31 days until I can count your fingers and toes!
Until I get to start getting to know your personality!
31 days until I get to see your smiling face and hear the music of your laughter!

31 days.
31 days to the start of the poopy diapers.
To the start of the fountain of pee.
31 days to the start of kissing your BooBoo's.
To the start of cleaning up puke in the middle of the night.
31 days to the start of stepping on toys, specially yours and Daddy's Lego's, and trying to remember to smile at it.

31 days!
31 days to the start of play dates and PTA meetings!
To the start of trying to remember what I learned in school so I can help you with your homework!
31 days to the start of Basketball practices and games and cheering you on!
To the start of your interest in girls...that is after they don't have cooties anymore!
31 days to the start of all your graduations!

Only 31 days until I get to meet you, my precious bundle of joy,
No matter how much I complain, you will always be my little boy.
Only 31 days of wondering who you are,
for you have always known, but we will help you along the way.
Only 31 days to the start of something new,
until a lifetime left of worrying, for me, about you!