…In any case, I’m just about full-term. They say that means it could be any time, but really it could be any time in the next five weeks, if (God forbid) I go to 42 weeks.
Today I pulled out all the gender neutral newborn-sized onesies and sleepers we own, and put them in the dresser in the third room upstairs. I was shocked again by how tiny they are, and thought that there’s no way Wyatt will ever fit into something so small. If Eliza is any indicator of how Wyatt will be, though, he will fit into them…for about two seconds. That’s been about the extent of my “nesting” phase, other than trying to clear out the clutter for when people start dropping off meals.
I’m getting excited about transitioning from one to two. It will be difficult, but I know Eliza will love being a big sister. I’m excited to meet Wyatt, to see what he will look like, to hold him. I’m also excited for one waiting phase to be over. To not be in limbo anymore, and to get on with life again. The perfect time for him to be born would be right at 38 weeks, or right at 40, because Matthew has a coffee table on display at a furniture conference in Atlanta during week 39 and it would be really great for him to be able to attend that and do some networking. So if you want to pray for either of those weeks to work out, that’d be swell. Because everyone knows that the more prayers you pile on, the more likely they’ll be answered the way you want. (Just kidding, that’s not how that works, but still…prayers appreciated.)
Anyway, my life right now and for the next couple weeks is going to be pretty boring to anyone but me. I’m just completely wrapped up in surviving each day, as gracefully as possible (which is often not gracefully at all), and in hoping Wyatt comes soon but not too soon. So until post baby, you know, if you’re not interested in pregnancy or imminent birth you might want to take a sabbatical from this blog. Just check the titles because I may have a moment of brilliance regarding something other than, you know, pregnancy or imminent birth.