When they ask me if I’m “ready” and I blurt out “YES!”, I quickly realize we weren’t talking about the same thing.
What they meant by ready was “Are you tired of being pregnant? Are you worn out? You want this baby out? Are you exhausted from the pregnancy?”
In that case, “No“, I’m not “ready“.
I am, however, “ready” in the sense that I’m SO EXCITED! My mind is receptive, my body is strong, and my spirit is welcoming. It’s like I’m ready to run a marathon. Not as in I’m ready for this to be over. I’m eager, I’m excited, I’m looking forward to it.
I can’t say I’m “ready” as in I know and understand what all it entails or what it will bring. No. I’m not “ready” in that sense. I have no idea what the following weeks will bring. Or months. Or years. And I will probably never really know what the heck I’m doing. As usual.
But I am ready to face it. I’m old. I have an amazing husband. I have an amazing support group in family and friends. I’m ready to make mistakes and learn from them. I’m not afraid to fall on my face and get back up. I’m ready to run.