11 days??

I'm about ready to pop... and I'm feeling a little bit apathetic. Maybe "apathetic" is the wrong word. I'm feeling... torn.

In the mornings, when I feel rested and realize I have to come back in to work... I want this baby out. I think about how wonderful it will be to know her/him, how I want my body back, how I want to be heartburn free... And then, by about 9pm, all I want is another night's sleep without hourly awakenings; I want more time with my two special boys (hubby and O-Bird); I want my little bean to stay inside as long as s/he needs.

So I'm torn.

I know that my body is made to have babies. I know that my body knows what to do and how to birth this child. And I also know what childbirth is like (or, what it was like the first time), and I'm a little bit scared. Scared of the pain, of course, but also of the after-affects of having a new person in your life. A new person who completely and utterly needs you in every way.

My lilypie tracker says 11 more days. Will I be less torn in 11 days?