We’re less than six weeks away from meeting The Littlest and this is the first time I’m writing anything about it. Well, on the internet anyway. Chalk it up to the fact that this is the third baby and things are exponentially more busy than they were when I was pregnant with Landon (sleeping in until ten) or Alex (only responsible for keeping one small person alive).
The first trimester was a blur of “evening sickness,” falling asleep in Alex’s bed at 7:30PM, and waking up with intense cravings for late night fast food. The second and third trimesters have been about the same, minus the evening sickness (#blessed) and with the addition of a legitimate baby bump- much better than looking perpetually like I’d eaten an entire box of Oreos.
Which was sometimes true.
Now here we are, closing in on the home stretch, and it’s bittersweet. I’m constantly dreaming of her, imagining what she’ll look like and who she’ll be; how the boys will react and how our family will change. It obviously makes me all the more impatient (and is one hundred percent responsible for the pregnant insomnia that keeps me up from roughly 2-5AM every night), but it’s also something I’m going to miss- the anticipation of meeting a whole new person. Getting that falling-in-love feeling the moment that little nugget is in your arms.
So grateful that we get to do this a third time, and counting down the days (<41) until you’re here, Izzy girl. We can’t wait to meet you.