Where has the time gone...I've literally been trying to write two posts for two weeks now. Two weeks. It all started with the LOST final which was just beyond anything I've ever experienced on television and I was so profoundly moved and inspired and have (still) so much that I want to say about it. And then there is the magic between Asher and Amelie that just floors me. Did you catch her name? That's it. See? so much that hasn't been written that needs to be written. Don't even get me started on all of my lists of what needs to get done besides the writing--there are closets to be cleaned, shopping that needs to happen, Asher's baby scrapbook that after two years is only halfway finished and OH MY GOD it HAS TO BE DONE before she comes. see? see???? What do I do with any spare second? sleep. It is so uncontrollable this urge/need/desire--uncontrollable and overwhelming. And I'm at the stage of pregnancy where sleeping at night is becoming almost--no not almost--it is--painful. If I'm not up peeing then I'm trying to roll over or find a position that doesn't hurt my hips or blah-blah-blah...and I know it will just keep getting worse.
I remember at the end with Asher crying before bedtime because I knew how awful the night would be. Right now Bill and I laugh because we know--WE KNOW--that we only think we're tired now. ha ha!!! How after Miss Elie (yes, that would be one of her already 200 nicknames) comes we won't have a complete conversation for another six months and tired won't even begin to describe our state of being. I know. I knew. This time around I knew and still said "yes" and "please" and so many "thank you's." She is so wanted. So very, very wanted. I'm just already feeling pulled into a thousand directions and not doing a good enough job at some of the most important ones. That's all. :) Last night Bill and I were talking about how we only have 13 weeks left. (How we have gotten to that number already is truly beyond comprehension.) And how it is probably impossible to feel ready. But we both felt confident that when she comes we will be able to manage and we will all survive. So, I guess there is that. Not everything will be perfect, but we will be able to welcome her and love her. Of course we will--we already do.
I remember at the end with Asher crying before bedtime because I knew how awful the night would be. Right now Bill and I laugh because we know--WE KNOW--that we only think we're tired now. ha ha!!! How after Miss Elie (yes, that would be one of her already 200 nicknames) comes we won't have a complete conversation for another six months and tired won't even begin to describe our state of being. I know. I knew. This time around I knew and still said "yes" and "please" and so many "thank you's." She is so wanted. So very, very wanted. I'm just already feeling pulled into a thousand directions and not doing a good enough job at some of the most important ones. That's all. :) Last night Bill and I were talking about how we only have 13 weeks left. (How we have gotten to that number already is truly beyond comprehension.) And how it is probably impossible to feel ready. But we both felt confident that when she comes we will be able to manage and we will all survive. So, I guess there is that. Not everything will be perfect, but we will be able to welcome her and love her. Of course we will--we already do.
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