Saturday, February 4, 2012

Almost to the End

Six more days until I meet you, Milo. Lately you've been moving around like crazy most likely running out of room. I think you'll be smaller than your brother.  I don't feel as big this pregnancy even though it's usually the reverse the second time around (and you'll be born a week early). You do feel lower than Collin though, practically falling out. You seem to like my bladder, making for little sleep at night--hence this 3am posting. This may be nature's cruel way of preparing me for your arrival. Unless you happen to be one of those babies that loves sleeping at night (haha).

We've been preparing Collin. He gets excited when we talk about you and plans to share his toys and sing to you and be a good helper (hopefully he'll remember this when your'e big enough to knock his towers down and chant "Mine!") Dad needs to set up your crib and you don't have a room at your own at this point, but you'll be snuggling next to us for a few months anyway so no rush. I am a little disappointed there's no nursery to decorate, but I know your'e not going to mind.

The newborn phase with Collin is such a blur. This time I'm feeling much more lax. There has been no reading of "what to expect." I'm hoping most of it will come back to us naturally. Hoping that this time around nursing isn't such an ordeal in the beginning. Of course there's still that slight feeling of anxiety before we meet you. Everyone wants a healthy baby and we're hoping genetics and nature play in our favor. There's also curiosity of what you'll look like. Will you have my blue eyes and lighter features or will a bit of Asian pop out?

Dad and I will both have time to bond with you for a few months before you head to daycare and our life resumes with work. We'll go on walks, lay around a lot and introduce you to the sights and sounds of the world.

 It's a big place, Milo. I know it's nice and warm where you are right now. It's going to be a bit of a shock, coming into the cold with all these loud noises and blurry shapes, unfamiliar smells. But soon enough you'll be wrapped up tight. Safe again. Next to your mom, dad and brother. And a whole lot of love.


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