Not that I’m counting down or anything but 14 days until the baby is born. On one hand, I am pretty panicked about the whole life changing thing that is about to occur. There is so much to do and so much to clean and so much to prepare for, I’m slightly overwhelmed. This weekend I definitely nested. I cleaned and scrubbed, dusted and mopped, washed every rug in the house (rather, Brian washed every rug in the house, he’s the laundry man right now) and we’ve almost completed the baby’s room.
But with every inch I scrubbed, I found another that needed it, every cabinet I reorganized there are seven more that are in complete disarray…you get the picture.
So, my nesting instinct? Was stressful. And painful. But I’m still glad it came because this house needed it…BADLY.
I’m not sure how much more uncomfortable I can get, hopefully this is the extent of it. I feel things on my pelvis bones that I have never felt before. This child is nestled in exactly where he needs to be.
I can finally grasp how big he really is, just by his movements, I always joke that he just took his first step, while in utero, his movements are so severe and dramatic. So unbelievably beautiful.
I’ve been spending a lot of time reflecting this weekend, (while cleaning, of course) and I can’t believe this journey is almost over for us.
Except then I realized, this journey is truly just beginning … there is so much more ahead for our little family and for this beautiful boy and potentially more children in the future … it’s exciting and mind blowing and I can’t wait for tomorrow to come but I’m also SO happy with the current moment I’m living in.
Feet in the ribs in all, it’s all so good. Everything happens so fast. We just want to take it all in, as calmly and as purposefully as possible.
It seems like just yesterday that the baby in my belly, who is now compared to a watermelon, was once the size of a pea and we had no idea where this road take us …