Anxiety. Bliss. Excitement. Anticipation. Worry. Zen Acceptance. The baby's coming whether we're ready or not, whether the room is finished or not, and regardless of how many times I check our bank balance and silently fret about finances. I've entered a distinctly more baby-centric phase, wherein I really look 9 months pregnant, I can hardly bend over, and I'm obsessing about all things baby. Sleep is intermittent, hard to obtain in the first place (you try sleeping on a bowling ball!) but then fitful as I wake every few hours from dreams about - what else? - babies. Bear has the flu so we're keeping our distance (ie: temporary separate bedrooms), but we did manage to meet up in the living room today to read The Polar Express and Where the Wild Things Are and indulge in the decadently fried white-trashy goodness of White Castle apple pies.
It's all a jumble, and it's moving so fast. It's wonderful and daunting and unbelievable and magic and surreal, and I can't quite capture it in words or even coherent thought.
Posted by rightmoon at December 29, 2005 03:37 AMit's the second day of the new year and here I am getting my second wind of the evening...white castle apple pies! how could I forget to order those when I had white castle back home!?...your x-mas presents are forthcoming after pay day...hope the timing is good! you may enjoy having something for yourselves rather than Emma by that point ; D
Love Ya...All Three!
Posted by: Thom at January 3, 2006 01:47 AM