i have 46 days to go.
with one baby shower down,
thanks to sarah.
[diaper cake made by: canela + asha]
i feel like we're not even close to ready.
like it all kind of snuck up on us.
his kicks are stronger and stronger...
reminding me everyday all day that he's coming,
when he stretches out i can hardly breathe,
there's not enough room in there for my growing guy.
we play this game where i try to feel his arm or leg,
but he moves it before i can figure out which it is exactly.
he's just so fast.
as of this last friday my doctor informed me that he's already
a whopping 5 pounds.
i'd be lying if i said i wasn't terrified of having a 10 pound baby boy.
well, as long as he's happy + healthy i don' really care how much he weighs.
some days i wake up thinking:
our life together is about to change in ways we'll never
fully comprehend and never fully be prepared for.
the rest of the days i wake up thinking:
i really wouldn't want this any other way.
i love you, noah.
i can't wait to meet you.