63 Days.

“Life is always a rich and steady time
when you are waiting for something to happen or to hatch.”
— E.B. White, Charlotte’s Web

63 days. That’s how much longer I have to carry this wee baby in my womb.

I know to some of you, that may sound like a long time, but to me, well, I know it’s going to race by and before I know it, I will be holding another precious little newborn in my arms … I can’t wait to drink in that amazing fresh smell of my baby, hold him or her against my chest for hours and listen to his soft breathing … introduce the girls to their newest sibling and spend the winter months cuddled up with my baby and my loves.

And yet, I can. I’m not a huge planner – definitely not the a-type personality, so preparing for the baby’s arrival is not really stressful for me. Or else I’m just ignoring the fact that I haven’t washed a single sleeper yet or even cracked the nursery door in months. It’s all the other work I have to do.

Like putting all our personal photos in photo albums – from the past three years. (Yes, I know. Sad.)

Organizing the girls’ rooms from the post-summer fun.

Canning. Yes, I have grand intentions of canning and freezing and stocking up my freezer and pantry for the winter months. So far, all I’ve made is jam.

Re-doing my gardens. They are ridiculous. I have no clue what I’m doing, but all I know is next year, I will be able to take Amazon Jungle themed photo sessions in my very own backyard if I don’t do something about these gardens soon.

Organizing my basement. My friend/assistant/fellow preggo photographer, Heather, can attest to this. She had to go to my basement today to get all the boxes for packaging up photo orders. I’m surprised she made it back out alive. Seriously.

Renewing family health cards. Yes.

But I guess all of that can wait … or it might just have to wait if I don’t get it all done before baby arrives … it’s really not that important in the grand scheme of things, is it? (Okay, so health cards are important … but that aside …)

I just visited my awesome family doctor this week for a baby checkup. Looks like baby is nearly exactly the same size as my last one  … we’ve flip flopped on our choice on baby names so much this pregnancy. We’re still sticking with our original boy name, but are having trouble coming up with something that starts with an L and doesn’t sound like our other girl names …
This baby has hiccups. All the time.

And doesn’t stop moving, kicking and squirming. Lacey giggles at night when she watches my belly jump around. I am so enjoying this pregnancy, despite the rushed feeling, the ridiculous to-do list and the exhaustion at the end of the day.

Because when it’s all said and done, I know what is to come … in 63 days or less.