I’m having one of those moments where I can’t believe I get to be a mom.
Sometimes I just think about it and am overwhelmed at the idea that I am having a baby- a real baby. With the love of my life.
I wonder what she’ll look like, how she’ll act, what her cry will sound like. What will her first words be? What color are her eyes? Her hair?
Will she be a chunky baby like Tom and I were? Or a petite baby like her Aunt Kristen and cousin Ella?
And I just dream about holding her in my arms. Feeling her skin. Breathing in her baby smell and kissing that little head.
This is really happening.
I get to be a mom.
I can’t believe it. And yet, I know it’s not that far away.
The closer it gets, the more moments like this I have. On any given night, I just look over at Tom and say, “We get to have a baby!”
Sometimes it seems so surreal. And other times, it’s so real, I wish I could just skip ahead to January and meet her.
A baby. My baby. And Tom’s baby.