Two more months have passed by, and I haven’t let out so much as a peep, have I?
I don’t really know what to say or how to explain it. I have been so incredibly lucky to have a relatively smooth pregnancy so far, but I have still found little to no energy to write about it all.
Maybe it’s that I am just enjoying soaking it all in.
Maybe it’s that my priorities are changing.
Maybe I’m just plain lazy.
I’m not sure.
All I know is that our little boy wonder is due to arrive in a little over a month(!), and then I know I really won’t have much time or energy to write.
People have been asking me if I’m ready for his arrival, and I never know what to say in response. I see a glimmer in some moms eyes that say, “Oh honey, you can’t possibly be ready for what’s about to happen.” But when I say “Not yet,” they look at me like, “Well what are you waiting for? He’s coming any day now!”
I guess the answer is I’m as ready as I’ll ever be. I am ready for a wild ride filled with ups, downs, big fat question marks and exclamation points. I am ready for surprises and revelations and lessons that open my mind and my heart. I am ready to meet our son. I’m ready to fall in love.