(Photo: Myself in my maternity shorts & one of my only tank tops that still fits, sitting on our plaster covered floor due to the remodel of the babes room.)
An adequate view into my life:
I’m 32 weeks pregnant on Tuesday.
I can’t believe how close I am now.
8 more weeks and I’m going to be a completely different version of myself and I couldn’t be more excited if I tried.
I’m about to meet the person I love more than anyone in the world. If there were words in the english language that exceeded nervous, overwhelmed and excited all rolled into one, I would use them. I feel like I repeat those above adjectives so much these days. People ask me how I’m feeling, and those words just come tumbling out.
I constantly teeter between patient and impatient, rested and restless.
And I love it.