When you’re pregnant, your sense of time is totally skewed. Each day is a day closer to that probably not gonna happen due date. Oh and speaking of day, what day is it, you ask? 24 weeks and 3 days! Here’s March and I still haven’t gotten used to writing 2016 on my checks. Whatevs. We’re 36 weeks, and our little boy could be here soon!
The realness of becoming a parent is definitely scary. I won’t lie. How do I take care of a tiny helpless person? Am I really giving birth to a little man child? (I still have doubts about there actually being a person in there…) When he’s here, what am I going to do with him all day?
Regardless, I’m totally ready for the life changes! Matt and I are excited to have this little boy and teach him how to love.
It seems like baby boy has everything he’ll need for his first few months of life, or at least until we get back to Texas. My reading, now, is generally focused on what needs to go in the infamous hospital bag, which mega sized pads are best, how to get back into a workout routine without causing permanent diastasis recti, and learning about any other concoctions that could help me recover more quickly. I’ll let you know how that goes…
Otherwise, we’re at 36 weeks, and I can honestly say I have been very fortunate with a healthy pregnancy. I am so very thankful to not have had morning sickness issues and, at this point, scares of pre-eclampsia. The worst part has not been being around family or close friends while Matt and I experience these changes for the first time. It’s strange to think the next time we see most of those people, we’ll be toting around a little baby.
Prayers for you, dear readers, as you continue to take on your Lenten commitments!