Man, you guys. I have reached that point. I am 34 weeks along, and I constantly find myself thinking "just a few more weeks."
If this were my first pregnancy, I would just have a week left.
I think I have senioritis. I've just given up. I know what job I have after I graduate, I'm pretty sure that this pregnancy has nothing more to offer. Let's just get to the good stuff already.
Pregnancy is kind of a downhill slope for me. Somehow, I know there are women who do weird things like run marathons while they're 30 weeks pregnant with twins- so this may not apply to everyone, but for me- my pregnancy gets progressively worse, my home becomes increasingly messier, and I become MORE absurdly emotional the further into this I get.
When I wake up in the morning and am 8 months along, there's a pretty good chance that today will be worse than yesterday, and tomorrow will be even worse than today. And that is just not something I'm good at handling.
But after you have a baby, things just get better. Every day is a little better. Your baby sleeps a little longer, your body feels a little stronger, everyone is a little happier. And sure, there are hard days and hours mixed in there - but I like knowing that I'm on the upward climb again.
I keep doing totally inappropriate things, like checking to see my baby's chance of survival if he was born. I keep estimating things, like how long he'd have to be in the NICU if he was just born today. In four more weeks, I will be so full term you wouldn't believe it. Even though, I know, some people stay pregnant long after their due dates.
I think I might freak out if that happens to me.