Just finished putting Bennett's cute little stroller/car seat together (who knew you had to assemble the things?) and am now sitting here looking at it in my living room. I am thinking about the little person who will soon be sitting in it. I am hoping he will have a beautiful smile like his dad's and will smile up at me from his cozy little car seat, thankful at the sweating I did to get it put together. I am sure he will be eternally grateful.
Baby Bennett's arrival is getting closer and closer. Most days I am not sure what to think about that. Sure I am nervous and scared about the whole process. But most days I find it just crazy that I am having a baby in the first place. Doesn't anyone see I am too young and immature for this? I mean, no one is going to try and stop me?! I am often comforted by the memory of getting married and feeling these same feelings. I felt too young to be getting married, to be someone's "wife." But, in time, I fell into that role and I did not feel so weird about it anymore. I know it will be the same way with being someone's "mom." In fact, I wonder if I might even fall into the mom role easier. We'll see, I guess.
As the arrival date gets closer, things are falling into place. His room is almost finished. And we have gotten some great stuff (I will post about the baby shower later), and life is getting more prepared. Of course, that is just life and the details. I, however, am in full on nesting mode. I think I may be more hormonal than I was at the beginning. I know poor Adam's head must be spinning. I am tired, cranky, and want everything ordered and perfect before Bennett gets here. I know that is stressing Adam, as I tend to snap at him more often these days.
I think the both of us are getting to the stage that we are ready for him to be here, no matter how anxious we are about it. Me because I am tired and irritable and big. And Adam because he probably no longer wants to deal with a tired, irritable and big me!
5 1/2 weeks...
