When I found out I was pregnant in the beginning of the summer, the concept of a February birth felt years away. Part of that was a good thing - it seemed like I had an eternity to prepare and come around to the idea that my life would be drastically changing. But now that it's January 8th and I'm exactly one month out, things feel like they've moved at warp speed.
Until recently, I've found the most intimidating part of this process to be the actual pregnancy, and haven't given much thought to the birth and subsequent parenting responsibilities. All of the changes to my body have been so unsettling, but fascinating, that they've completely distracted me from what's to come. Two nights ago we took a maternity ward tour and everything suddenly felt very real. Seeing the labor room, the waiting area for our parents, and the bed where I'd sleep next to our baby helped me envision the entire process and it's kind of awesome.
I've been working around the clock (though squeezing in as much sleep as possible) to ensure that when the baby arrives, I'll be able to take a break and soak up the time with my new family. The blog will continue to run the same (with a short moratorium on outfit shoots, since nobody needs to see a bunch of post-partum sweatpant images) and I'll check in to share photographs and stories along the way.
So now the waiting game is on. Even though I have a few weeks left, my hospital bag is packed (I'll share what I plan on bringing later this month) and I'm as ready as I can be. G and I took an infant care class last weekend and it was the first time I could really imagine us with a baby. And, for the record, our "baby" was just about the creepiest-looking doll you can imagine. But from what I've been told, there's only so much you can prepare, after which point you just have to let go and be open to experiencing one of the greatest joys there is. And I couldn't be more thrilled to do that with G by my side.