There's going to be three of us. What!? I haven't even begun thinking about how a third will change our space, our dynamic, and mould it to something more creative and complicated and richer...I just know it will.
I am avoiding thinking about all the things we're supposed to buy and the additional money will be spending, but I have been considering how sweet a third generation will look in our parents' home.
There is a distinct image in my head of me getting to nuzzle that baby's soft little tummy and it makes my heart swell.
I'm trying to call it a 'he' because I can only imagine a little girl at this point.
When I was kid I remember my mom watching birth shows and being so disturbed (to the point that up until I was 19 or 20, I was convinced I did not want to have children) Now I've completely turned into her and have been youtubing "Home Births" for the last few nights and I laugh and cry through the whole thing. What a weirdo.
And the bump that resembles that one I would get after eating at an Indian buffet has made itself a permanent fixture on my body.
So much change! But I'm so excited to be on this ride.