I am 11 days away from my due date and anxiously hoping that you come any day now. Patience is something I have never been good at, you will learn that about me, I assume. It's Tuesday and so far this week I've made 24 mini spanokapitas, 2 dozen muffins, cleaned the apartment (again), done 3 loads of laundry, scrubbed the sink (!) had 2 baths and 2 showers, and have almost completed a knitted blanket for you. A blanket. Blankets are large. I also went to the market this morning and realized that no one goes to the market on Tuesdays because only 2 vendors are there and one of them only sells apples. Whoops. I've also watched 3 very shitty movies. Oh, I also made you a mobile for over your crib but can't figure out how to hang it up into a concrete ceiling. That makes me unhappy. And as I type, I realize how honestly I come by this, as your nana has been sewing like crazy for you, making 2 fleece sleep sacs, 2 flannel crib sheets and a bassinet cover for you... in the last 2 days as well.
Every night your dad and I just look at eachother and think .... really? anytime now? why not right now? Because we are ready. There's nothing left to do. Our home has never been cleaner, tidier or more organized. Your dad can't sleep and most nights, neither can I. We are ready for you. We can't wait to meet you.
And I just came across this picture and prior to my previous assertion that there would be no bedskirt/dust ruffle on your crib, I'm pretty certain we now need to fashion something resembling this. And should probably paint your crib yellow. At least now I have something to do for the rest of the week.
Love Mama.
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