Tgif my friends. It's hard to believe that in 9 to 10 weeks I'm going to have one of these little guys wreaking havoc in our home and compromising our sleep cycles. 9 to 10 weeks. Roughly a semester of middle school.
Most of the major tasks have been tackled - nursery decorated, name chosen, all important prenatal tests aced and cleared. Now I find myself left with a list of the little things. Packing my bag, picking and choosing the right baby wash and lotion, catching up on my reading (mainly a rotation of Bringing Up Bebe, The Goldfinch and Eat Sleep Poop).
In the midst of checking things off of my eternal baby prep list, my mind can't stop daydreaming about this little man who is keeping me up in the middle of the night and dancing on my organs all throughout the day. Will he be blonde and cherubic or dark and dashing like his daddy? Will he have hair? Will he recognize my voice? Will he think the camouflage baby leggings I got him are hip or lame?
I find myself filled with an incredible feeling of anticipation. Like going out on a blind date with someone you know you're into and meant to be with forever and ever, only without a visual. And this particular blind date has my dna.
Have a wonderful weekend, friends. I hope you have the chance to embrace all of the little things that make you smile in the present as well as all of the surprises that are yet to come.