Tomorrow marks 3 days to Bullet’s arrival. This is our last weekend of freedom, right?
We have wanted this for so long that it seems silly to talk about being child-free as anything close to “freedom”.
Every morning I wake up and I say to my husband, “Only XX more days!” or more recently, “This is our last Sunday without our baby!” to which the Hubs will respond “Basically only X more days” because of course today doesn’t count, it’s practically over.
This was our last weekend before Bullet, though, and there was (and is) much to do.
I packed my fabulous new Kate Spade diaper bag (thanks Hubby) with Baby’s necessities – a few outfits, socks, pjs, hats, those little gloves that protect them from clawing their faces.
I did one last load of baby laundry.
I did one last load of grown up laundry (way less cute).
We made an epic meal for Shiz Family Night and had my siblings over for dinner.
We got car seats installed in both of our vehicles.
We celebrated my niece’s 11th birthday.
I made whole wheat chocolate chip cookies.
We did one last trip to the grocery store, careful not to stock up on too many perishables.
And the highlight of my last weekend of baby-free-ness was a snowy maternity shoot with the lovely and talented Melissa McFadden. You may recall her excellent work from our first pregnancy, when she captured our eager anticipation of Baby Dub aka Big Sister Hudson in the glorious summer sunshine at Rooks Park. We’ve had almost a foot of snow in the past three days, so the boots we sported for this photoshoot were of the waterproof variety. But the fun was the same. The fun was soooo fun.
So much is the same as we face the last days before baby’s arrival. We are so excited to meet our son that we can hardly handle the tedium of these last child-free days. But we are a little more patient, too.
Only a little bit more patient though.
I do say, at least once a day, directed at my belly, “Come on out, baby!”
In 3, 2, 1…