If I had 3 wishes when it comes to my pregnancy…
Wish 1 – Thomas is born a healthy, happy, beautiful baby
Wish 2 – Smooth delivery, free of complications
Wish 3 – I’m using this third one very selfishly. I wish that when I go to my next doctor appointment in two weeks, I could get some sort of reaction out of her like… “Holy cow! There is no way this little guy is going to wait until May 9th. He is ready to come out any day now.”
But yesterday, the only thing I could get out of her was “Everything is right on track with your due date.”
Now, I know that I should never wish for anything besides a worry-free pregnancy, just like I’ve had so far, but the suspense is killing me. I want him here now! I want to hold him, kiss him, feed him, rock him, smell him, memorize his face, watch him sleep, hear him cry, teach him, watch him learn, watch him grow. I can’t wait to feel that natural high that I know I’m going to be on once he gets here. The kind of high that makes you smile all day long. The kind of high that makes you think even poop and spit-up is adorable. I want to feel like a mother. I love my nieces and nephews SO SO much….and it is amazing to me to know that I’m going to love baby Thomas 100 times more. That kind of love and that amount of love will be completely new to me, but it’s something I’ve been waiting a long time for. 8 more weeks to go…..