december

It's December. I keep looking for signs that you will make your appearance.
I feel you move and cherish it. Really look forward to holding you.
I walk into your room.
I look at your crib. I go through your clothes.
We have packed the hospital bag.
Your carrier sits in the car.
There are diapers piled high in the closet awaiting you.
I went and had my toenails done because I couldn't stand the thought of scudsy feet in the delivery room.
Your due date is this week. You have been growing 10 months in there.
I normally would go running if I was anxious or stressed but you growing in there makes that next to impossible. I've been walking, hoping, praying.
It's December now little man.
We are all very ready to meet you.
Come out and be loved.
We're trying to be patient.
We are waiting.