Literally only 31.5 hours stand between us and our baby's due date. And I'm not scared at all. I'm not nervous and I'm not worried. I actually have quite a calm about me.
And I'm pretty sure it's because I've convinced myself it's just not going to happen.
We've literally spent the last nine months preparing for this baby - all the while watching my belly grow bigger. We decorated a nursery. We took a birthing class and a breastfeeding class. We picked a pediatrician. We acquired a million new baby "things" and built them.
And it's really just become a part of our lives. We were able to ease into it because we had nine whole months to do "it". To prepare. To make room. To fall in love. Even though that took no time at all.
So it just seems so unreal that things are about to change so dramatically. And even though we are so ready for it, it's just so hard to believe that it is almost to meet our baby.
The anticipation is unfathomable. The excitement is incomprehensible. There are truly no words.
We cannot wait to meet and get to know this baby. To find out if our first born is a son or a daughter. To shape our baby's soul. To teach our baby EVERYTHING. To learn about our baby's dreams. To find out if the baby will be more like me or more like Zach or maybe the perfect mixture of us both.
We just can't wait.
