I now have 11 weeks left (less than). We are nearing the single digit countdown.
I find myself wistfully wishing to hold my son in my arms. I can’t wait to meet him, look into his little eyes (hmmm, will they be blue or brown?). But I shouldn’t rush this home stretch, my third trimester. He’s not ready yet. I’m probably not ready yet.
Am I really ready to get up in the middle of the night when an infant cries? Maybe hubby can get up and bring him to me. Am I ready to hold this little person in my arms, knowing that he relies on me for literally everything? Maybe I need a few more weeks to adjust to that. Am I ready to love him? Hell, yeah. Bring it on.