The anticipation is killing me. Maybe it's the fact that I don't live a particularly adventuresome life, or the fact that the Brewers' season is already over only a month in, but I can hardly wait for you to come. I know I'll probably wish the pregnancy would have lasted longer when you're about a week old and I'm running on essentially zero sleep, but for now, I want you here.
Your mom, is the exact opposite. She wants the pregnancy to last a little longer - she's not ready for a different life quite yet. I don't blame her. We've only been married for 10 months and only been in our own place for 1 month. Furthermore, I wouldn't exactly be wishing that the most painful day (physically) in my life come quicker.
But I know she'll also be the exact opposite of me when you finally come. I know when she sees your face, and your red, or blonde hair (right babe?) that she won't be able to get enough of you. While I'm fighting for my 9 hours of sleep a night, and getting by on my 3 cans of MelloYello a day (you won't be able to drink soda, so if you're drinking a can while you're reading this, put it down son), she'll be continually energized by her connection with you. She'll nurture you, probably too much when you grow older, and won't be able to get enough of you...even if she is scared and doesn't know it yet.
So please, come soon (but not too soon...we want you healthy).
