Been through so much
Made it this far
Long road behind us
No longer a star
The miracle inside me
The life that you bring
Perfect perfection
Closed tight like a ring
Come my sweet baby
Your time's almost here
Bring all that you've got
There is nothing to fear
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Trust and Love
It is mid July and we are waiting for the newest little baby to join our family. Weekly prenatal appointments have been great, baby is great and we are in the final countdown.
I find myself pulled between wanting and needing to rest and wanting and needing to soak up the last moments with my two boys. I got like this with Ignacio right before Emilio was born too. So sentimental. So we have been doing summer the way summer is to be done...pools (you should see big mama get OUT of the pool), parks (I tend to sit on the bench furthest from the park so no other moms ask me questions), picnics (okay so yesterday we had it on their bedroom floor..but it was 90 degrees out), zoo, strawberry picking (Angel pulled me in a wagon out to the patch after the sweet little lady advised us it was 1/2 mile away and no cars allowed), sweet corn, concerts in the park, late night ice cream (mint chocolate chip PLEASE), bug spray, Tball, bike rides and sunscreen. Have I pushed myself...maybe. But I won't look back with any regrets that I spent my summer laying on the couch getting bigger by the minute. My boys are so precious and these days and moments have been even more precious.
Angel and I have been enjoying our evenings also. Taking in the last chances, for awhile at least, to lay on the couch at night and do nothing. No baby to nurse, no bouncing to do and no baby crying. We know the next three years are going to be crazy. We know we will look at each other and wonder what the hell we did to ourselves at times. But we also know it will have the most spectacular moments you could ever hope for.
I am trying to enjoy the last feelings of pregnancy. The restless evening movements that eventually turn into the baby getting the hiccups and the elbows and knees that come flying out of my stomach like it is a sci-fi movie. The baby is so sweet. So playful and I can hardly wait to meet him. What will he look like? What color hair will he have? How will labor go? How will our family adjust? So many questions!
For now I pray for strength, patience and wisdom as we move through the next few days...well, let's face it...the next few years. I know I have the strength and wisdom of my grandma who has been my angel this whole journey. Trust and Love...Trust and Love.
I find myself pulled between wanting and needing to rest and wanting and needing to soak up the last moments with my two boys. I got like this with Ignacio right before Emilio was born too. So sentimental. So we have been doing summer the way summer is to be done...pools (you should see big mama get OUT of the pool), parks (I tend to sit on the bench furthest from the park so no other moms ask me questions), picnics (okay so yesterday we had it on their bedroom floor..but it was 90 degrees out), zoo, strawberry picking (Angel pulled me in a wagon out to the patch after the sweet little lady advised us it was 1/2 mile away and no cars allowed), sweet corn, concerts in the park, late night ice cream (mint chocolate chip PLEASE), bug spray, Tball, bike rides and sunscreen. Have I pushed myself...maybe. But I won't look back with any regrets that I spent my summer laying on the couch getting bigger by the minute. My boys are so precious and these days and moments have been even more precious.
Angel and I have been enjoying our evenings also. Taking in the last chances, for awhile at least, to lay on the couch at night and do nothing. No baby to nurse, no bouncing to do and no baby crying. We know the next three years are going to be crazy. We know we will look at each other and wonder what the hell we did to ourselves at times. But we also know it will have the most spectacular moments you could ever hope for.
I am trying to enjoy the last feelings of pregnancy. The restless evening movements that eventually turn into the baby getting the hiccups and the elbows and knees that come flying out of my stomach like it is a sci-fi movie. The baby is so sweet. So playful and I can hardly wait to meet him. What will he look like? What color hair will he have? How will labor go? How will our family adjust? So many questions!
For now I pray for strength, patience and wisdom as we move through the next few days...well, let's face it...the next few years. I know I have the strength and wisdom of my grandma who has been my angel this whole journey. Trust and Love...Trust and Love.
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