Final Countdown

My due date is less than a month away. The reality of what is about to hit our family is starting to sink in. We're having ANOTHER BABY soon. Holy crap! Tommy and I will soon be outnumbered by our offspring. I will have two sons. Two years ago, when I was pregnant with Matty but did not know his gender, I never would have imagined that I'd have two little boys by this Thanksgiving.

I remember writing this the last time around, but I am trying to embrace every last moment of this pregnancy. This is it! No more babies after this one. So, as much as I miss my wardrobe, moving around easily, sleeping on my stomach, and drinking wine, I am also trying to appreciate my profile as I walk by a mirror... or revel in the feeling when a little foot kicks me in the ribs. It really is incredible to look at Taylor and Matty and think "you were inside of me!" I know I'll think the same when this little guy is born, so for now, I am enjoying this magical time. I am also enjoying every last bit of the ice cream I eat every night. :)

Taylor appears to be excited about the baby. Matty loves to pat my belly and say "baby," but that is the extent of what he knows. I still get sentimental when I think about him becoming a big brother so quickly. Matty is my little boyfriend, and I fear that the baby will change our relationship. The good news is that Matty is obsessed with his daddy these days. I am glad for that since Tommy will be tending to his needs when I am busy with "Sammy."

Although I am a couple of days shy of 36 weeks, I feel like I am 40 weeks pregnant. I know, I know, the joke will be on me when this baby is also post-term, but I am feeling things already that I never felt in the first two pregnancies. I've started having contractions (maybe they are only Braxton-Hicks, but they are painful!), and things just feel "different." I would love for the baby to come sooner than expected just to have that experience. I've never known what it's like to have my water break unexpectedly or to wake up in labor in the middle of the night. Again, I should not be getting my hopes up.

The baby gear is out, the clothes are washed, the bottles are sterilized, and the crib is up. Let's get this party started!

Stay tuned.