Yesterday, my wife hit 37 weeks in our pregnancy, which means she's full term. Although her due date is January 25, she can go any time now. She's doing well, but tired often. We try to relax as much as possible now, but with the holiday and our 6 year old battling various colds these last two weeks, it's been tough.
I'm focused more on the waiting now. Since August I've been consumed with getting the house ready--having the basement finished, cleaning out the guest room to make into into my son's new room with a fresh coat of paint and new furniture, and turning my son's old room into a nursery with new paint job and new crib, because my son destroyed his old one we had in storage. Now, I think about being a dad again.
It's odd, really, because for the last six years it's just been us three. Now our trio is a quartet. I'm most interested in seeing how she looks. I can imagine it, but you never know until a couple of months after she goes through her early newborn transformation. I remember with our son, he looked like Mr. Magoo for the first month until he transformed into a minny me (no, I don't look like Mr. Magoo, thank you).
I can't help but think about when our daughter gets older. When she's six, or preteen. What her personality will be like? Who will be her favorite parent? (*cough*me*cough*). How will she interact with her big brother? And, will I be blessed enough to see her grow up because we all know that the future isn't guaranteed.
So now we wait and hope and be thankful for our wonderful arrival.