Get Ready Cause Here I Come
Now that we’re getting closer to the possibility of a Travel Call, people are starting to speculate when it might happen.
I feel bad just saying this, but I will. I am not ready. The baby’s room is not ready, our bags are not packed, my mom is still living with us, I dont even have baby wipes. Or a thermometer. The car seat isn’t installed. The crib isn’t put together. I need a hair cut. We need more baby gates. I have a huge project at work to finish up. We haven’t figured out what to do about child care. I haven’t ordered the baby carrier I really want for the trip. We have, like, 2 onesies. No baby monitor. Ack! Not Ready!
However, I am ready to hold my baby boy. I am ready to hear his voice for the first time. To see him smile and laugh and cry. To bring him home and introduce him to the cats. To call him mine and kiss him sweetly. To have him fall asleep against me. To get to know him, and care for him, and become a family of three. I mean, I’ve been ready for that for months.
And I know that none of the other stuff really matters. But, uh, I better get my act together. Time is running out!
