Wednesday is the day – Brandon’s birthday. I have been penciled in to be induced. I just heard the news today and I haven’t really wrapped my head around it yet; that tomorrow is my last day at work for twelve weeks. That tomorrow is the last day for the rest of our lives that Steve and I won’t be parents. It’s mind-blowing, really.
I’m a bit anxious to meet this little guy. I’m anxious to be done being pregnant and to be out of the hospital and back at home in our own little nest taking care of our own little baby. It’s been a long time coming. Other people say it went fast, but I feel like I’ve been pregnant forever. The length of time between myself and a blended margarita is telling me I’ve been with child for eons.
But even with all that time, I never did finish reading that baby book. I will try to finish it tonight. Even with all that time, I’m not prepared, just anxious. The nursery is prepared, the clothes are purchased and washed in Dreft, but I’m just along for the ride – doing the tasks I know I could prepare for since being a mother I don’t think you can ever be completely prepared for. I’m anxious for what is to come that I’m not prepared for, prepared to be anxious a lot in the upcoming months.
Can’t wait to hold that little baby in my arms and kiss his plump cheeks and coo over how adorable he is. Just two days. One more day of non-parenting, and then the rest of my life with all new adventures.