As many of you may know and maybe you don't know.... I am 36 weeks pregnant. According to the apps our baby is the size of a Papaya, Chihuahua, Crenshaw Melon, 2-Liter of Mountain Dew (yes they really compare babies to 2-Liters). He weighs about 6lbs (yes, it's a boy!). I'm blaming him for all this random inspiration to do things I've been having lately. Some people call it nesting. I'm just going to take it for what it's worth and hope it sticks.
It's getting to the point in my pregnancy where I have to start thinking about labor.... HOLY COW. I have to birth this thing that has been growing inside me for 8+ months now.
Are we ready? I'd like to think so. We've got his nursery set up, diapers and wipes to last a few months, more clothes than he'll ever be able to wear AND we even have a full name picked out.
Ryker Nolan Pickerill
Some days I am 100% ready for him to be here. I couldn't want to hold him in my arms more. Other days I am petrified of this new experience. This is our first baby and we are doing our best to be prepared but are you ever REALLY prepared to bring a new life into this world?! What if he's ugly? (Yeah, don't act like you weren't scared your children would come out a little funny looking) What if he's nothing like me? What if he's EXACTLY like me? Or worse, what if he's exactly like his father! ;) I'm just kidding, his fathers pretty great. After all, I decided to have children with him.
In the meanwhile. I will impatiently wait for his arrival (only to later miss being pregnant, i'm sure.) and let my insecurities rest while Seth and I enjoy our last four weeks as a family of two.
