This morning I woke up when the day was still quite new. Our bedroom window was open, and I could hear sounds of our neighborhood waking up. My husband was still asleep and was tucked down deep under the blankets. I couldn't see our alarm clock, but somehow I knew I had about an hour of being awake before him. Even though I could really sleep as long as I wanted to - I am not working and have no morning appointments - I couldn't sleep.
I felt my face smiling and a lot of nervous energy in my stomach. I felt like I was eight years old and the first to be awake for Christmas morning. I remember feeling this way as a child, half of me wanting to sneak a peek at the presents under the tree, the other half contented to shiver with anticipation for the last few moments pre-Christmas. This morning I felt such excitement about getting you, a real present for my life.
I felt like it was a very special morning, and I know that according to our plans, this is the last Monday morning we will have, pre-baby, as a couple. We aren't just going to be friends or spouses or teammates, we are going to be parents together. We won't have the same relationship again, ever. We probably won't spend mornings together in bed like this for a LONG time.
When I got up, I wanted to see what the day looked like, to see if it looked as different as it felt. This morning was an unseasonably cool July morning, and I did feel a bit special. I ate Oreos and milk for breakfast, and did some house chores. I kissed your father goodbye as he left for work, and I knew it was the last Monday morning of my life without a baby in the house.
I have the same sort of feelings of ending a chapter in a book as I did on the last day at home before I moved to college, the morning of my wedding day, my first day of being a teacher, and now each day as I consider, "Is today the last day of pregnancy? Will I meet my son tomorrow?" I feel like everyday is sort of like the day before my birthday because your birth will be the birth of a new life for me.
Your father and I have a comfortable, happy, and blessed life. We have enjoyed 6 and a half years of love and 4 years of marriage. With these being the last hours we have as a duo, each one that passes is special. Somehow I know that we are going to enter an even better phase in our lives, even though now its hard for me to imagine that it can get any better.
I hope I let you know every day how important you are to our lives, and how you enrich them and make us into a new, improved family.
Love,
Your mom.