Friday, June 7, 2013

Here Comes The Little

How amazing is it that we finally get to meet you today (or tomorrow, depending on when you finally come on out). Six hours from now I'll be walking into the hospital, preparing to have you, and I am in awe.

Everyone is terribly excited to meet the Little, for a while I had tremendous guilt because I wanted to keep her inside, I wasn't ready to meet her, I was scared, but this morning I woke up with a sense of calm and a twinge of anticipation and instead of crying when I think about today (in fear of course), I find myself smiling and the thought that in what is overall a few short hours I will get to meet my daughter, and what an amazing feeling that is.

Dad and the Mini went on a morning doughnut run (screw you gestational diabetes, I ate my doughnut and it was friggin' fantastic!), and are now off to get coffee to keep Dad up for the occasion. I am spending the last few hours alone, quiet, I am told that once you are here this thing of "quite" that I so enjoy doesn't happen often...so I'm relishing in it right now. I hear the sound of the keys typing and the hum of the fan spinning, I'm peaceful and calm.

I marvel at how many people are really invested in this birth, it's rather amazing. I selfishly think of my own feelings and forget to step aside and take the perspective of others. You have a myriad of grandparents (both biological and chosen) that can not wait for your arrival, they are excited with nerves and anticipation, and what a gift for you that will be as you grow older. Friends, relatives, and family all know you're coming (some know the date, others just know you're scheduled to arrive in the next few weeks) and they are all excited, what a blessing.

Even before you've arrived, we've already begun the betting, your birth is coupled with gambling and alcohol winnings! I hear though the grapevine that it's 10 dollars a half hour to place a bet, and winner is awarded some bottles of alcohol from one of your dad's friends who works at one of the frequented bar (yea Mom's 9 months sober...still never got my t-shirt). We'll tell you this story when you're older, but it's pretty funny and the person behind it always makes me smile, quite the character.

In all my ramblings, the general theme is that your dad, your brother, and I can not wait to meet you, what an incredible day this is going to be.

With love,
Mom

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