I feel like I should start out apologizing once again for neglecting my blog… but seriously? That’s getting old. Truth is, I’ve been busy and the computer I usually blog on is upstairs and well…. I try not to go up those stairs very often right now, being as big as a house and all.
So - I’ve decided to do something novel… update my blog from the laptop. Genius, I know! (not sure why I didn’t do this earlier!)
Now that that is all over - back to the title of my post… WAITING.
Today is my due date. Luke’s due date. Luke is still residing in my belly. Am I ok with that? I am.
Yeah, I wish I could be holding the little bugger and on my way to getting back to “normal” but, I discovered a feeling yesterday morning while brushing my teeth. Selfishness.
You see, as much as I want to be holding and snuggling and nursing Luke and as much as I know there a ton of people who wish to be doing the same (well, minus the nursing!) at this moment in time… for just a few more precious moments… I get him ALL to myself. I don’t have to share. Everything he does, everything he is, its all mine.
Going into this pregnancy I knew that it would probably be my last and I swore I would try and enjoy every moment, every single moment. I think I have pretty much succeeded in that. And although with every passing day and night I am getting a little more uncomfortable, I am still enjoying it. Every roll, every kick, every hiccup.
One more thing - a realization.
Marc will (hopefully) be catching the baby. This is something he has wanted to do since we first found out we were pregnant with Katie and Mandy. Of course, having had all our previous children in the hospital, he was always told no. We didnt even think to ask about him catching Luke, but when our midwife Cathy came to our house a few weeks ago for our home visit, she asked him if he wanted to catch the baby. The look on my wonderful husbands face was priceless! His eyes just lit up! I am so excited for him and for Luke. The first touch our new son will experience will be be from the loving hands of his Father. How cool is that?
