I would never compare my wife to a teapot and I know that I may not get any sympathy from any of you mothers out there, but I find myself unable to concentrate waiting for my little girl to be born. I don’t wring my hands but I find my self rubbing them raw these past couple of days. I love my two older children and I know how much joy and love that their births brought to our little family. In some ways I can believe that the day is here so soon and not here soon enough.
We always here that good thing come to those who wait, but I am not looking for ketchup. I long to look at her little face and the smell of new baby. I am not even worried about the lack of sleep or the noise of a newborn. I can t wait till Aria and Alex get to see their new little sister and give her precious little kisses.
When the Day comes I will plaster all social media with the triumphant entrance of the new little one but until then I will return to my study of the teapot and wait.