So here we are. Waiting.
I'm at home, taking turns relaxing and walking walking walking. Sam, being the awesome husband, going to work and texting me from time to time to make sure every thing's okay.
The midwife guessed early this week last Friday. I was excited, I've thought for sure she'd come late this week - from the beginning I assumed she'd be prompt. And now that it's already Tuesday, I'll admit I'm a little disappointed not to have met her yet. Of course that's now, 8:30am. Ask me again in thirty minutes and I'll be terrified of what's to come - then thirty minutes later I'll be sad at the thought of her not being such a part of me soon.
I know I'll miss her. And yet, I cannot wait to hold her.
Everyone wants to meet her, everyone is so excited for us. Our friends here in the city have been so loving - all of them over the last few days have asked us how we are and offered to help in any way they can. (Not to mention stop by to meet her as soon as possible, of course.) Sam and I talked last night about how blessed Samaire is to have such a wonderful New York City family. How blessed we are. We have stumbled into some of the most wonderful people, and they have welcomed us into their lives in the most awesome ways.
Sometimes words fail me when I try to describe it all.
I have a million photos to download for you all - I should go do that now. And then it's off to Central Park, to try to convince this crazy little girl Central Park would be ever so much MORE fun if she were out here with me . . .
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