WAITING... / APRIL 2018

I reluctantly took maternity photos sometime around 30 weeks © Nicole Mago

"“Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day.” 
― A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh

It's currently on the edge of 7AM and I'm watching East Nashville start to wake up. I've been up since a touch before 5AM, which is pretty normal (even pushing late) for me these days. I'm waiting. 

At 39 weeks + 2 days pregnant, it's hard to focus my brain on anything except for meeting my baby girl. Her arrival is soon and I'm ready. Not only ready physically - though some relief in that area would be welcome - but mentally, logistically, literally, etc READY. I know they say you're never truly ready to be a parent, but I'm not sure there's much more we could do. Our hearts are ready and her car seat is installed. Bring on baby girl. 

I've enjoyed a very easy pregnancy for the most part. I stayed fairly fit, I never really got sick, and we were luckily free of any scary complications. Plus, I am lucky to have a partner that not only wants to be involved, but threw himself into books, doctor's visits, and baby ed classes like no other husband/partner I've seen. His parents were really young when they had him, so while everyone's experience with their own parents shape who they become, I think he's incredibly conscious of his effort and his role in raising our child. He's going to be an incredible dad and I can't wait to see him love our little girl. 

I've never been more ready for my world to be upended. 

We'll see you soon, Frankie Mae.