It’s a strange feeling, waiting for an unknown date to arrive.
We are planners. Our vacations, adventures and visits from family and friends are often planned months in advance. It means there is sometimes less room for spontaneity, but we always have something to look forward to. I’m a week away from my due date and each day for the last two weeks, I’ve woken up thinking, today could be the day we meet our little one. And every day my little girl asks if she gets to be a big sister. My response is that I don’t know for sure. Which is followed by a “when, Mom?” It’s hard to count down to an unknown and explain that to a curious three year old who is SO excited to be a sister!
Our bags are packed, our house is cleaner than it has ever been, more organized that ever, projects have been completed, our freezer is stocked, the nursery is ready. All this thanks largely in part to my obsessive and extreme nesting and a lot of help from my husband. I’ve never felt more caught up than I am right now with everything. Knowing full well, this is just in time to fall behind again as we spend our time admiring, holding and caring for our little one. And I’m completely ok with that.
We are truly enjoying each day as a family of three before we embrace this next little bundle and grow our love to a family of four. We’ve squeezed in fun trips to the pumpkin patch, waterpark and family dates. We keep making memories, just the three of us, never knowing exactly when the last day will be before we meet our baby.
My husband and I went on a date to play bingo tonight (perhaps our last) and are enjoying catching up on movies together, having down time together at home, another rare event for us.
All the while, we are enjoying the NOW and waiting with excited anticipation for what is yet to come…
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