Poor little guy.
Third child, two diva older sisters.
He has a lot to compete with for attention already!
I know I haven't talked much about the Little Mister much, but it's not as if we've forgotten him. In fact, with a belly like this, it's not as if we possibly could!
We are officially "full term" now, just a couple weeks and change from our due date and definitely at the waiting expectantly stage.
Aaaaannnyy time there, little dude. Any time at all.
I try to appreciate the experience of pregnancy even though- as I may have mentioned- it's not my thing. This particular round, in which the nausea never did leave off entirely, among other interesting adventures, is frankly a job I would only go through to get to the best thing in the world. Which, fortunately, is exactly the point.
While pregnancy isn't on my list of favorite things, babies? Babies I get to keep? Number one.
These days I'm enormous and uncomfortable and ready to get the show on the road so I can begin a road to recovery. But mostly I'm anxious for the finish line because I'm just so so excited to meet this little guy! I can't wait to see what He looks like, count His toes, hear His voice and sit up exhausted in the middle of the night, snuggling Him and learning about who He is. Not even Christmas morning could be more exciting to look forward to than all that!
It will be so fun to see what kind of a guy He turns out to be. So far, he seems pretty chill.
Unlike His sisters before him, who seemed to be doing acrobatics or trying to escape- particularly Missy who I'm pretty sure kept in shape with some cardio kickboxing in there- He has been fairly calm in His little pre-life. He moves around, but all long it's been mostly languid stretches, maybe shifting position a little. Around 10pm He gets a little more active each day, but even then His punches and kicks have almost never knocked the wind out of me like Little One and Miss used to do. Such a Little gentleman already. Whether He will really be as calm out here in the big world, or has just been conserving energy to be a wild little thing, we will have to wait and see.
I'm a little nervous about His grand entrance, a little nervous about this new prospect of raising a boy, a little nervous about juggling three Littles. But more than anything I'm feeling blessed. To have all that to wonder and worry over and look forward to, about having had this uncomfortable but amazing and certainly unique experience of growing a person. And to think that soon, where we hadn't even realized we had a huge hole in our lives, it will be filled by the perfect missing piece of our family.
Hopefully very soon.
Aaaaaannnyy time now, Mister...
Third child, two diva older sisters.
He has a lot to compete with for attention already!
I know I haven't talked much about the Little Mister much, but it's not as if we've forgotten him. In fact, with a belly like this, it's not as if we possibly could!
We are officially "full term" now, just a couple weeks and change from our due date and definitely at the waiting expectantly stage.
Aaaaannnyy time there, little dude. Any time at all.
I try to appreciate the experience of pregnancy even though- as I may have mentioned- it's not my thing. This particular round, in which the nausea never did leave off entirely, among other interesting adventures, is frankly a job I would only go through to get to the best thing in the world. Which, fortunately, is exactly the point.
While pregnancy isn't on my list of favorite things, babies? Babies I get to keep? Number one.
These days I'm enormous and uncomfortable and ready to get the show on the road so I can begin a road to recovery. But mostly I'm anxious for the finish line because I'm just so so excited to meet this little guy! I can't wait to see what He looks like, count His toes, hear His voice and sit up exhausted in the middle of the night, snuggling Him and learning about who He is. Not even Christmas morning could be more exciting to look forward to than all that!
It will be so fun to see what kind of a guy He turns out to be. So far, he seems pretty chill.
Unlike His sisters before him, who seemed to be doing acrobatics or trying to escape- particularly Missy who I'm pretty sure kept in shape with some cardio kickboxing in there- He has been fairly calm in His little pre-life. He moves around, but all long it's been mostly languid stretches, maybe shifting position a little. Around 10pm He gets a little more active each day, but even then His punches and kicks have almost never knocked the wind out of me like Little One and Miss used to do. Such a Little gentleman already. Whether He will really be as calm out here in the big world, or has just been conserving energy to be a wild little thing, we will have to wait and see.
I'm a little nervous about His grand entrance, a little nervous about this new prospect of raising a boy, a little nervous about juggling three Littles. But more than anything I'm feeling blessed. To have all that to wonder and worry over and look forward to, about having had this uncomfortable but amazing and certainly unique experience of growing a person. And to think that soon, where we hadn't even realized we had a huge hole in our lives, it will be filled by the perfect missing piece of our family.
Hopefully very soon.
Aaaaaannnyy time now, Mister...
So excited for you all! Yes, third pregnancies are physically tough, but I do feel nostalgic about it every now and then. Big box of boy stuff on it's way as we speak!
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