It’s been quiet around here for a while now, but I hope you can tell from the above picture that I have a good excuse…
Jonathan and I are expecting a baby in September! Currently 25 weeks and 3 days — due on the 12th! At 20 weeks we found out baby is a girl (!!!), though if I’m being honest, given my food cravings, she may also be part burrito. >.<
Back in January and February, in the throes of fatigue and bouts of nausea, September felt so far away. 8 more months. That’s a long time; weeks and weeks left to plan, read, study, prepare everything that feels important prior to welcoming a tiny human being into your home. No reason to stress or rush because there is plenty of time. Now though? I’m on the cusp of the 3rd trimester, baby spends inconvenient hours movin’ and groovin’ all over my bladder and colon, Jonathan has taken to speaking with her about his day, playing Nirvana and jazz so she comes out knowing what’s what.
This weekend, we are preparing to move nearly all of our furniture around and purge more junk to make way for baby essentials. Summer will come and go. By September 26th (at the latest), baby will be here, coming home to our little one-bedroom apartment and menagerie of fur-balls. It feels as though she could be here any moment.
We’re thrilled/nervous/anxious/every emotion at once. I would be lying if I didn’t admit that the enormity of this impending change has also, sometimes, left me feeling sad, cocooned in uncertainty; that sneaky yet all-too-familiar “What have we done?” sub-thought that appears spontaneously, only to upend my joy. The gravity is not lost on me, the reality of a new human of which we will be entirely responsible. One I will love more than I thought possible. I truly am full of all the feelings and I am doing my damnedest to embrace and own every bit of it.
So that’s it. First time parents with zero minutes of infant care experience and exactly one diaper change between us. We have no idea what we’re doing but we are so, so, so excited/scared/etc. to learn.
(Ultrasound image of a 20-week-old burrito/Baby Hyatt)