Things have gone smoothly throughout the pregnancy and for that we are more than grateful. Now we are in full blown "ticking time bomb" mode. The hospital bag was packed this morning (just to set us at ease), the car seat is ready to go and we will get and update on the size, weight and progress of our child on Friday. The nursery is done and the odds and ins are, for the most part, gathered throughout the house (thanks to wonderful friends and family who have been beyond generous with their gifts). I know there will still be plenty of things we end up finding/getting in the very moment we need it due to not knowing it was a necessity (have I mentioned we've never done this before?) and there will be plenty of trips back and forth to our house and the store from the hospital for some poor soul but, for the most part, the baby materials are gathered.
People keep asking "are you ready?" To this, we have no idea what to say. Are we ready to meet our child and have pregnancy over with? Yes. Are we ready to have sickness out of the way and trade it in for a different type of sleepless night? Sure. Are we ready to go through birth? No. Are we ready to be parents and know what we are doing? I have no idea. It's hard to know if we are ready or not because it's hard to know what we are getting in to. What we do know is that we are excited.
We are excited to meet our little one (excited especially to find out and announce that it is a boy or a girl). We are excited to see who he/she looks like. I am personally excited to not have my ribs and other insides kicked out by what seems to be a really strong baby. I am really excited to be a mom and I think Evan is excited to be a dad too. And, of course I am excited to share a picture of our family of 3 with you in the near future :)
So, until all that excitement comes to fruition, here is a not so attractive picture of me and my big 'ol belly from last night.
