This is a personal post for me today…
We’re in a perpetual holding pattern as we await the arrival of our new son. Kim is ready, I am ready, the girls are as ready as they can be to have a new brother. We’re ready. It just seems as though Noah is not. We have great anticipation. I cannot wait to hold my son, to welcome him into the world, to teach him how to throw a football (I may be getting ahead of myself!) The point is, we want Noah out and yet he must be nice and warm and comfy in the womb because he doesn’t appear to want to come out any time soon.
It’s kind of like he’s got a love/hate thing going on. He loves being close to mom but the discomfort that he brings her (indigestion, cramps, bloating, carrying around a watermelon in your stomach, etc.) is something that you would only do to someone you hate.
I know my boy will be a joy, but right now… the waiting is driving me crazy! Come out Noah. Daddy wants to say “hello” to you.