Hello, week 39.
Wow. Week 39?
I don’t get how my days can feel so slow but the year seems to zip by. This time last year, I was newly pregnant and trying to conceal my nauseated state. And sleeping on the couch several hours a day while Kate watched 7,157 episodes of Little Bear.
Still, to this day, when I hear that Little Bear theme song, I feel the need to dry heave.
What a difference a year makes. This time last year I was certain – for sure certain – that I was carrying another girl. Ha ha. I think I thought girl because it’s all I know. I am a girl. I have a girl. I have a sister. So when we found out I was carrying a him – not a her – I thought, hmm… I don’t know much about hims.
Which is all funny now because I don’t spend any time thinking about how to parent a boy and instead just be a parent to Michael. And we’re so glad he’s here.