The girl in my belly has grown a lot in this past month, and I am proof.
We have 2-3 weeks more of waiting before she arrives 'stateside' as I like to say.
The last bit of waiting is always the worst part, mostly because my body is so uncomfortable. But mentally...that's where the waiting messes me up. In the waiting imaginations run wild. The anticipation of the unknown is always more daunting than the actual unknown. I find that over and over again in my life. Because, when you're in it, you're just in it. You can face it. You can deal. When you are
waiting to be in it, you only have fear to keep you company. And fear is a mean companion....I'd rather have a sweet snuggly newborn and an unpredictable toddler. At least I know I won't be bored! Haha.
Today I realized my 'baby' is actually nearly 2. This afternoon we moved him into his new room, his big-boy-room, it hit me that his sister, the-new-baby, will take his old place. I will admit, I cried. It's such a bizarre thought! I mean, for nine months I've thought about it...but it's so close I can taste it.
38 weeks. Her clothes are washed, the birth kit is stocked up and I have even picked out a few of my favorite clothes and scarves so I won't have to go hunting for them when it's labor time. And while we still have more to do in terms of being 'ready' like decorating and cleaning, our hearts are ready.
Come on baby girl, mama and daddy [and the rest of the world] want to meet you.
xoxoxox
