Less than two months to go! Mommy's tummy is starting to move and squirm and contort into the oddest shapes. If you read her earlier post, you would have learned that she's having a grand old time being forgetful, indecisive, tired, and just plain duhhhhh.
On my side, however, things have been also a bit different. I'm sure her baby brain hasn't helped in my quest to be ever so patient with her, but I am trying my hardest to be the best. Some days just aren't as good as others; the fuses just aren't as long and slow sometimes. There are a few things we can't agree on and it has been picking at the both of us for a number of weeks now. I know we will come to a common ground, yet getting there has been a very difficult and treacherous. Things sometimes get a little vocal. Yet, we will get there, no matter what.
The other side of the coin is that I've been much more alert and reactive to when I see she needs help in something. This has not happened a whole lot, or I'm sure it is not even noticeable to her, yet I feel a lot different when it comes to her asking of me for something. Not that I didn't help before, though much less I'm sure, my brain seems to have kicked in to tell me that she needs more help righ now and in the future. I've most noticed this at night, when we both are tired and not wanting to move anymore, I still have some energy left to help her out if she needs something. She's obviously a little more awkward than before with that big lump in front of her and I want to do the most to keep her comfortable.
Getting anxious for the little one to arrive! Can't wait to say hi and be a dad of course.
-Another great day
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