Oooh boy, seven weeks to go. And what a long and quick seven weeks they will be, I'm sure.
Does anyone else think time is starting to get really tricky? I mean, I could SWEAR that yesterday Sophia was born. Now, here we are almost 2.5 years later and I'm about to do this again.
In just a measly seven weeks.
I'm scared, excited and heartburn-ey all at the same time.
I had a lovely little moment earlier today where I was sitting on the couch putting my feet up after a crazy morning of gym, errands, pool, house cleaning, etc. The Offspring usually takes these moments of solitude and practices for the World Cup. She was doing just that when I looked down and realized that I can't wait to meet her. Not just that I can't wait to get her OUT OF ME. I just can't wait to see her and count her toes and nibble her fingertips (and reassure myself that she is, in fact, a SHE). Who doesn't need a warm, wrinkly little baby curled up on their chest? I know that's what I need right now. Or in seven weeks, rather.
Miles has been cracking us up with all of his crazy, baby-related questions.
Heading out the door to the pool: "Mommy, is Haley wearing her swimsuit to the pool, too?"
Watching me eat something: "Mommy, does Haley want you to eat that? Does she think it's delicious?"
Standing in line at the child care at the gym: "Mommy, those mommies don't have babies in their tummies. That's why they're running. YOU can't run, mommy. Your belly is TOOOOOOOOOO big."
In other news, have I mentioned how grateful I am for air conditioning? Because I am. A lot. I'm the grateful-est.