Your due date is five weeks from today. I feel like it was just yesterday that we found out you existed, and now we’re so close to seeing your little face for the first time. According to my apps, you’re the size of a mini-lop rabbit this week. Or maybe a pineapple. How is it possible that my body has expanded to fit a whole pineapple? When we found out about you, you were a poppy seed. You’ve done quite a bit of growing since then.
We talk about you all the time. I feel like I know you already and I have some ideas about what your personality will be like. I have good news for you: your name is still not actually Rosabelle, and we have a pretty good idea of what it’s going to be. I want to see you before we decide definitively. Kaelyn is still insisting that Rosabelle is the best name, so you may have a cousin with that name someday.
Things are getting real. Your dad and I put your crib together last night. It’s all set up, right next to our bed because that’s the only place it fits. It was actually an easier process than I expected. I hope I still feel the same way after we install your car seat and build a couple more pieces of furniture.
I thought this week, my last break from school before you arrive, was going to be so productive. I had grand plans of what I would accomplish before the week was out. Yesterday I felt pretty overwhelmed by the to-do list that seems to only be getting longer, not shorter. It’s probably really good for me to get used to things not happening on my timeline. I know it will always feel like there is so much that needs to be done and not enough time to do it. I also know that you aren’t going to care what the decor looks like on the walls when you get here, or if your clothes are all organized by size and season. You just need us to be ready to love you and take care of you, and we are so ready for that.