Em had a doctor’s appointment today, and both she and baby are doing great. The very exciting news is that we have gotten a date for Em’s planned C-Section. Our little boy will be delivered on September 25, 2013…unless he has other plans.
We will travel to Florida 7 weeks from today. We are so excited, and we cannot wait to see Em and Ed again. Mostly, we are counting the days until we meet our son. 50 days from today….
P and I are still busily preparing for our little bundle of joy. There are parenting books absolutely everywhere, reminiscent of when we had German-English dictionaries everywhere when we were dating. We are almost finished with baby’s nursery. We will give you a peek when its all ready. Also my incredibly talented sister just made the world’s most adorable turtle outfit for baby’s newborn photos. That girl can make anything. Seriously amazing!
I made another new friend today, and it seems her nickname is Swirly Girl. How cool is that! She’s a fiery redhead who is filled with joy and laughter. She had me at “Hello.” I had the pleasure of meeting her and her little 7 week old heartbreaker of a son today for lunch. I cannot wait to have another date with them. I feel so lucky to meet such amazing women on my journey to motherhood. It’s not often we have the privilege to make new friends as an adult.
On the topic of friends, I spend much time today thinking of my friends back in Switzerland. I wish I could beam them all here for a few hours for great food and conversation that we always enjoyed together. The great thing about friends is that they are always with us, The memories and the adventures that we shared are as alive for me today as they were when they occurred, and my love and respect for them is ever-present. That being said, nothing would make me happier then to spend a few hours with them right now.
P is working late tonight, and I am spending my free evening staring at all of the beautiful baby clothes so kindly given to me for our son. I am enjoying, washing, folding and separating them into their correct drawers. It’s so hard to believe that in 50 days, there will be a baby wearing these clothes. Our baby. In 50 short days.