I am sure every mother can relate to the sentiment that time flies, especially when you have a newborn. Twinkie celebrated his six month birthday a few weeks ago. I cannot even believe that it was six months ago that we were taking him home from the hospital. Now he’s a sitting up, solid food eating machine. And he has done marvelously living through the construction noise of Ozzie. Thankfully, it is just because he does not know any different.
The anticipation is killing me. Twinkie is scheduled to make his arrival any day and sometimes I am not sure that I can wait any longer. When I stop to think about it, I am overwhelmed with a flood of emotions. Usually it starts with pure excitement of the prospect of meeting Twinkie. It quickly transforms into pure panic as I think about taking this baby home for the first time and the responsibility there within. Then other moments I want Twinkie to come because I am tired of being pregnant and I want my body back. But these moments of reflection always end with joy that soon Husband and I will bring a child into this world. It is pure craziness.
Since finishing the shed, Husband and I have not made much progress on Ozzie. The hold up, you may ask? Waiting for permits. The City of Seattle’s Department of Planning and Development (DPD) has to review all construction plans before we can officially start the remodel.
We’ve been waiting for 2 months now.
The number one question I get after people find out I am pregnant is if the Twinkie is a boy or a girl. When we first found out we were pregnant, Husband and I started a debate that would last for months as to whether or not we were going to find out what gender of baby we were having. My philosophy was that keeping it a surprise until end would be pretty fun. Besides, women have not been able to know the gender of their child for centuries. Why stray from that now?