As I’m writing this post, I am officially 37 weeks pregnant with my first child. Nothing in life prepared me for the feeling of carrying around a burgeoning, beach ball that is now my belly. At my doctor’s appointment yesterday, she gave me my hospital papers which I am supposed to carry around with me in case I go into labour. My doctor told me that anything past 36 weeks is considered “term” so I guess I am a ticking time-bomb.

When I reflect upon the past nine months, there are a number of positive things and challenges that I experienced (as well as things I would do differently). Let’s start with the good things.