Nineteen

Nineteen is the number of days left until our new little man is supposed to be here. I honestly cannot believe that we are down to mere weeks before his arrival. I am beyond thankful that we have made it this far in this pregnancy and that he is totally viable at this point. I hope that both of us will make it until the c-section and through surgery without complications. I am excited to meet him, but also very nervous about the new dynamics his arrival will bring.

Hudson is really not sure about this big brother thing. He calls his baby brother by name and tells me he plans on sharing toys once he arrives, but in reality claims every single thing I’ve bought for the baby as his own. Including onsesies. And rattles. And stuffed animals. And bottles. No wonder I’m a bit nervous about the little’s arrival.

As a family, we are beyond excited to welcome our newest little guy. The rocking chairs (yes, I got two to compensate for the lack thereof during Hudson’s infancy) are situated. The shelves are stocked with diapers and wipes. The car seat is ready to go. The pantry is stocked with five or six different brands of bottles. Is this really happening?

Big brother loving on little brother, even though he has no idea what’s about to turn his world upside down. I am praying they fall in love from the start and will be thrilled to have each other. A girl can hope.

We really cannot wait to meet the little guy. And, as wonderful and magical as pregnancy is, I cannot wait to not be pregnant any more. During my first pregnancy all people commented on was how little I was. This time around? I’ve been asked why I am wearing a basketball under my shirt and I’ve been told I look very uncomfortable, among other things. I’m definitely learning what not to say to pregnant women.

Hope to see you on the other side in nineteen days!