Back to the litte one though... it's as if her daily workout regime is packing a greater punch each day. To me, it still feels like she's flopping all around with the occasional and distinctly direct run in to my side with a hand or foot (or maybe her noggin' who knows!)
With her movement increasing, my awareness of her elevates. The months closing in on her due date, my energy levels waning most at the end of the day...I'm reminded hourly that her presence will be soon.
"A newborn! Our newborn!" ---I think this as I pass the mamas and daddys on the street with their little ones in tow. I smile at them a second too long sometimes, my nosy nature simply a product of my excitement for our own.
I wonder a lot if I have what it takes to get through those first few months of sleep deprivation and hanging-on-by-a-thread emotions that strike even the most planned out parenting. I think I'm still simply adjusting mentally to all that's going to change with her here and hoping I can do it as best I can...
The nursery is coming together. Trinkets and photos are being collected to give life to this urban space she will call home. Wooden blocks to spell out her name...an oversized musical note next to the sheet music of my favorite childhood song from my CFC days...just to name a few.
I passed Lincoln Center at 730am this morning enroute to my gestational diabetes test. Those long stairs leading up to the opera house...I thought "what FUN it will be to bring her here once she's mastered the art of the step climb"... a true NYC childhood rite of passage, I suppose, bounding up and down the entrance to W 66th street's greatest structure. Memories to be formed...they fill my mind daily in anticipation.
We cannot wait to meet you sweet girl...