Friday, February 10, 2012
Thoughts on the Third Trimester.
Did I ever think I'd make it to this point? No. This pregnancy has flown by and before I know it I'm gonna be strapped to a hospital bed praying for the ever so blessed epidural. This little monkey face is going to be here in 11 short weeks (hopefully a little sooner, please don't go past your due date baby boy). I still feel like there's so much to do and learn. His nursery is about finished, I can't wait to debut it. It turned out just how I imagined.
I've been thinking a lot about the kind of mom I will be. I hope I am endearing and kind-hearted, especially when he makes me want to pull my hair out.
I hope I can always be patient with him and for him to know that I will be there for him no matter what the situation is.
I just want him to look up to me and be proud that I am his mom (uh oh, starting to tear up over here).
I really just want to be the kind of momma my mom was to me. I really lucked out with her!
I want him to have a good relationship with me and his dad and most of all with the Lord.
I hope he knows that I will love him always and infinitely.
I've been dreaming about him a lot. He has the cutest little face. I wonder if he will really look how he does in my dreams, wouldn't that be something?
I can't wait to hold him. I imagine what it will be like the first time I see him and get to hold him. I want to memorize every inch of him and never forget how precious and small he was. I think I will miss him being in my belly a little. His new favorite pastime is stretching out and kicking my right hip as hard as he can... just the right one. I think he knows what he's doing too.
Maybe we aren't ready physically for him to come but I've been ready emotionally for quite sometime now. These 11 weeks better fly right on by so I can see my boy.
Love you, boy.