Wednesday, May 20, 2009
I am ready for you. Ready as can be. I have been telling you this for weeks now, but this time I really truly mean it. My body hurts everywhere. If I didnt know better, I would listen to my grandma and think that I had Pork Fever. I dont though, you are just a big guy in my little body. So I am ready for you. Even your daddy is ready. He asks me every night when he gets home from work if we are going to have a baby today. I keep having to tell him no, but I want to tell him YES!!! My bags are packed, your room is done, and little by little the house is clean and waiting. But I am in worse shape every day and it gets harder and harder for me to make sure the house is ready for you. I am even clean and waiting. I have been taking record numbers of showers lately. As your mother, I will tell you, I dont love taking showers. "Why mother?" I hear you ask me. I will tell you why. Its not the shower and the being clean that I hate, it is the getting ready once a shower has been completed and not only that it takes to much energy these days to participate in those two activities. But I want you to love me and to think that I smell like a beautiful flower so I shower! Plus I know you are going to smell like heaven when I meet you so I want you to feel the same way! I will tell you though after a shower, I am always ready for a nap. You have been sucking the life out of me. I don't really mind because I can tell that the energy you are stealing is making you strong, but I am ready to be alone. I mean for my body to be alone. I don't really love to share my tummy with you like I thought I would. Anyway, I am ready for you little man. And I can tell whenever you move, that you are ready to. You dig into me like nobodys business. Its not your fault. You cant see inside there so you dont know what is going on, but I can see you from out here and its not pretty. You are huge, or at least you appear to be from the outside. I guess these stretch marks that get worse every day are a right of passage like gray hair or wrinkles, but I am over them. If I see another one pop its ugly little face out on my tummy, I am going to cry. You make me emotional you know? Only your exit from your world and entrance into mine will tell us what we have been waiting to know; How big are you? What color are your eyes? What will you look like? Will we get a little dark haired one, or the typical blondie that we expect? We already love you no matter what, but we cant wait to meet you. Sometimes I feel like you are just going to fall right out. So come on already. I know you like being warm and cozy in there, but I am plenty warm and cozy out here. Trust me. Its hot out here. I go crazy and its only getting hotter by the day so you are coming at a good time. I have made you lots of blankets so that I can wrap you up tight. You will never know the difference from being in there and out here, except for all of the kisses and cuddling. We wont be able to get enough of you. Its much better out here. I promise you. There are lots and lots of other people besides us who are waiting for you too! Every time I see a friend I hear "Whens that Baby due!?" Honestly boy, when will you decide you want to come? You will love it out here. We think about what life will be like with you all of the time. When we are just sitting around or when we go to bed. I especially think about you when I go to bed. I dont sleep well, but your Dad sleeps like a rock. I am ready to share the not sleeping well with him. It will be a good day. So little Braden, We are ready. And if you really want to know, we would love for you to come today or Thursday or Friday or Saturday or Sunday or Monday. That works really well for our schedule. We hope to see you then buddy. We love you lots. Until we meet. XOXO.