This is what I envision our baby girl is going to be like (all diva) seeing that she's making a fashionably late appearance into this world.*
But this is what I envision our baby girl is going to look like (geeky) seeing that she will possess genes from both me and Josh.**
Yeah, I'm going mad. I've been popping up in bed awfully early for the past few weeks in hopes of greeting a slimy coneheaded baby girl, but gosh, it's three days past her ETA, and still no contractions (false o real). Friends and family (and strangers, for that matter) keep asking, "Is the baby here yet?!?" But my answer (and Josh's answer) up until now has been a resounding, disappointing "NO." I'd be lying if I were to say I weren't disappointed that the kiddo didn't arrive early or on time on Christmas Day. It's not that I mind housing her. But with each day that passes, she's just getting more and more massive. Kiddo needs to check out of my "Four Seasons womb" (as my friend Rebecca likes to put it) asap because I'm going to feel like such a failure if I can't squeeze her out.***
I really do understand that good things come to those who wait, but must le cub and I start greying before our baby girl's appearance?****
Baby girl, everyone's excited to meet you. We promise you'll love life outside of the womb. There's so much to do and so much to see.
See? Yes, well... I truly hope we get to meet sooner than later, kiddo. You have no idea...*****
* Caption that would best enhance this pic: "Have your people call my people."
** Childhood prereq. Hair cut that consumes over half of their head.
*** I'm really proud when I make a big doo doo. For some odd reason, I've decided on my own that giving birth to a baby is going to be similar, and I'd love to experience the satisfaction of "dropping off" a package as large as an infant. I know. I'm demented.
**** A somewhat irrelevant side note: Old folks in love make me happy. And sad.
***** All photos plucked from Pinterest or FFFFOUND.
