Because you've all been waiting with bated breath for my next blog post (actually I know that the majority of you have given up that I will ever write on this blog again), I've decided to make a concerted effort to post at least once a week. Really. I will. Check it. And if I don't post, e-mail me and yell at me.
I initially started this because so many people were asking, "How are you doing?!? How's it going?!? How's married life?!? How's Kansas City??" and other such questions. Well, I've probably never been asked those questions more than I am right now, considering that I'm about to deliver a baby into the world at any given minute.
Exciting? Yes!
Terrifying? Not really.
WHY, you ask, is it not terrifying?
Because, as much as it is plainly obvious that I am ridiculously pregnant, by evidence of my massively protruding stomach, inability to get up and down the stairs without help from the US Army Corps of Engineers, and the fact that I can't put on shoes, socks, or even see my feet (I can't imagine what my pedicure looks like right now..I'm thinking somewhere between Freddie Kruger and Edward Scissorhands), IT STILL DOESN'T SEEM REAL!!
Even now, as I sit here with a baby kicking me from the inside, I can't really fully grasp that within days - mere DAYS, PEOPLE!! - I will be holding a newborn baby that is fully dependent on me for it's survival.
That fact seems so out-of-this-world crazy, that I still can't wrap my mind around it.
But, the nursery is ready...
The baby clothes are washed and folded and put away...
The house is bought, the bag is packed, the carseat installed, the childbirthing classes taken, the swing set up, the bottles ready to go...
The entire Jaronowski household sits and waits impatiently for the arrival of this little creature who is 100% guaranteed to throw our lives totally upside-down...
And the thought returns - I can't believe this is really happening!!!
Maybe he'll just stay in there for a few more months.
