I have a lot of men in my life. A big one, a medium, a small and one baking. I feel pretty lucky to have them.
I’m doing weekly visits to the midwives now. I imagine everyone is sick of hearing about it anyway so I’ll spare you the details. I’m however in a state of panic that I will go late, end up with an induction and then what was the point of the drives? No birth center birth, back to a hospital where I didn’t want to be.
I’m worried and starting the waiting game as there are really no signs of D4′s arrival. So, hopefully, he’s coming, sooner rather then later… hopefully on time (5 days) and won’t keep us waiting up until induction.
Man I suck at being pregnant. I wish I could be one of those women who loved everything about it but I don’t. And while I will miss the little kicks and the “perfect” environment I have for him, I can’t wait to meet him… and I am hoping it’s on his terms, not pitocins.
So we wait and my poor husbands puts up with the tears and fears. He knows I was late with the others and I’ll most likely be late again…. but he’s ready to meet baby too. SO are the kids. I feel like the last 9 months flew by but the last three weeks are squeaking by. But I’m not gonna complain anymore and I will try and patiently wait. He’s not “due” yet, even if he is fully baked.
Tonight my husband bathed my little boys. I love how they look all wet. I grabbed my camera to put it away and decided to snap a few, laughing at how my oldest boy “mugs” for the camera every time I put it up to my nose. I giggled at the whitey tighties on the little guys short little legs and chuckled even more at how much his body is a little boy version of mine. They really are little miracles. How they’re made and shaped and formed. I love watching them put on their jammies and I love even more how they interact with a happy daddy.
I love when Daddy is happy. I can’t wait to meet the next little man… may he forever be a lesson in patience. It’s a lesson I should probably just learn.
Happy Tuesday all. Hope it’s “fat”.
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