My friend Taylor Muse has been mad at me for the last 3-4 months for starting a blog...then not blogging...ever. So, in an effort to make my friend love me again...I'm diving back in. I hope you're smiling Taylor...and you too Leah...and you too Harper.
On the eve of what will be the week I become a Dad, I'm reminded why my Dad stressed to me all those years that patience is truly a virtue. Hollie and I were told a due date of May 15th for Micah...and on May 20th...we were told that's probably wrong. So, here we sit as happy as can be knowing that our son is perfectly fine and that we're right on time with everything. It was a long stressful 5 days though of simply not knowing why things are taking so long to happen.
We know that sometimes babies can be two weeks late or more but that simply did not matter to us. My family is known for being punctual and even Hollie kept saying "I have a feeling the 15th is the day!" How was I supposed to react when the 16th rolled around? I expected a son on the 15th...not the 16th...or the 17th...or the 23rd.
Even though all has been perfectly fine with Hollie and Micah...I was just so ready I just couldn't stop thinking about it every second of every day and it started wearing me down. It's like being so excited and eager for Christmas morning...but not knowing what day Christmas is...
Hollie and I are still excited but extremely calm and relaxed about everything now. We're still holding out for a natural birth and It'll happen when it's supposed to happen...I guess on Micah's terms. We'll be serving the eviction notice soon though. He's waaaay too comfortable in there. I'm also tired of gaining this sympathy weight and Hollie can't wait to lay on her stomach again so come on Micah...let's do this thing!
We are so blessed to be surrounded by so many loving and caring friends who are just as excited as we are...and some I think even more. You know who you are. We love you very much and we're so thankful that you are a part of this with us.
