Anxious

When I first found out that I was pregnant we made the decision to go ahead and tell the girls. I wanted to give them plenty of time to prepare. I hoped it would help them to see that there was a process. It would have been impossible for me to have kept it a secret anyway I was way too excited myself and wanted them to share in the joy. Over the last couple of months the most common question they ask is "how much longer." Up until now the answer was easy. The baby will come after the Holidays. First we will celebrate Christmas and the New Year and then soon the baby will come. I think I convinced myself of this as well.

For some reason today it seems like forever away. I know I'm in my third trimester. I know I most likely only have around 10 weeks left, but still. March? It's only January. Time will fly, I hope, but for now it still just seems very futuristic. The girls feel the same way. The second the tree came down they were asking about the baby and the infamous "how much longer" question came back. Now it's kind of hard to explain to the little ones. I just tell them he will be here for Easter. This makes them and me smile. Picturing him in a little suit, ahhhh sweet bliss. He better be here at least. I can't imagine going that overdue.

Until then I can only dream of him. On that note I really did have a dream last night. It was strange though. He was 3 weeks early and weighed in at a whopping 9#7ozs. I know, a strange detail to be in a dream. His face was really fat too. Like swollen almost. Too weird. I'm hoping for a 6-7 lb baby just like the girls but I guess only time will tell.