We're 35 weeks, but hey who's counting. The doctor's appointment this week didn't result in much. He attempted to guess her size and thought that she was right around 4.5 to 5 pounds. If anything a bit small. He gave me a high-five for only gaining a half pound in four weeks. He advised me that should I feel anything out of the ordinary to quickly get up to the hospital. He even told me I shouldn't be travelling alone from this point on. We stared at the calendar for a few moments in silence. And I was reminded that there are only five short weeks to go. I started taking some deep breaths in and I thought about my list to do.
For the first time in a long time I don't care. I don't care if the room doesn't get painted or if MaKenna is still in the crib or if we don't agree on a name (he still wants Megan and I want Morgann) or even if we don't have the changing table up from the garage yet. I just want to meet her. I want the kids and E to meet her. I am as unprepared for her to be here as it comes, but that is ok. Just fine.
For the first time in a long time I don't care. I don't care if the room doesn't get painted or if MaKenna is still in the crib or if we don't agree on a name (he still wants Megan and I want Morgann) or even if we don't have the changing table up from the garage yet. I just want to meet her. I want the kids and E to meet her. I am as unprepared for her to be here as it comes, but that is ok. Just fine.