one month

Wednesday marked the one-month-until-Baby-Tres/Baby-Chickadee arrives.  I remember being at the four-week mark with G, sitting at On the Border with Hubby and remarking “Wow.  In ONE WEEK we could have a baby to take home!”  Because 37 weeks is considered full-term I was very ready to have my baby in  my arms and not in my tummy.  Of course G didn’t come until 40 weeks, and every day of waiting those three final weeks–with every Braxton Hicks contraction and slight movement he made caused me to jump to “This is it!”–was tiring to say the least.

With Baby Tres/Baby Chickadee I am much more content to wait.  I mean, she need not stay in there until her due date, but two or three more weeks is okay.  I can’t wait to see her eyes look at me and turn toward her Daddy and brother and sister as they talk to her; I can’t wait to kiss her little cheeks and snuggle her close and breathe in her baby-ness; I can’t wait to see her yawns and stretches and let her wrap her entire hand around one of my fingers.  These promises of things to come make me happy.  But right now Baby Chickadee and I get our quiet time together at 7:30 in the morning and 9:00 at night when she gently rolls around my tummy, and I get to sleep whenever I choose.  Right now it works.