I am so excited to meet our baby girl. I feel like everyday is the December 23rd - so close yet so far away. I'm just wanting to rush through the day so I can hurry up and go to bed, so it'll at least be Christmas Eve. I wake up in a rush, like when you spring upright from the mattress, just hoping to get to finally open a present and not one of those presents you suspect is cloths or books, but one of the r/c car-shaped presents. I wake up everyday just hoping that finally get to open that early present and then realize that it's still 3 months away! It's maddening.
I think one of the better things we've ever done as a couple is to get rid of the tv in the bedroom. We go to bed every night and we talk. We mostly talk about whatever, say 85% nothing and 15% substance, but we talk. I'll lean over and put my head on her belly or rub her belly or we'll watch her belly for movement. I think our dog Wally wants to meet her too. He's been putting his head on her belly a lot lately - something that he rarely did before. I think he's excited too.
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