Baby thought of the day:
As I was scrubbing the outside of the siding with soap and water, and John was power-washing after me, I asked him "How many weeks are we". . . He replied "9". Then a sigh of relief came over me and I realized "OMG we're already 9 weeks...that is soo far..." Pretty much immediately after I said this I realized how ridiculous I sounded. I suppose it's all so surreal to me. I have been waiting for a baby of my own (and husband of course) for as long as I can remember. I have always wanted to be a "mom" and just never really thought my time would come. Granted here we are today, scrubbing the outside of our house with a mop (not an ordinary mop, the fully extended kind), soapy water bucket, and hollering at each other about the water spraying everywhere. Lol. And then again, I can't help but think, "Our poor child. She'll be right there with us in the carseat laughing with us (or at us) as we power-wash our house with a mop next year..." Maybe tomorrow we won't look so strange to the neighbors as we lay bricks. Granted, we're simply strange to begin with so this may be inevitable...Cheers!
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