in regards to my last past, we have no idea what sex were having and i was completely referring to myself as She and not the baby. i totally did not see that one coming when i opened my emails this morning. the first one i read was from michael's mom all written in pink. i panicked a bit, and just want to clarify.
what we do know is that our baby is growing, rapidly according to me and quite normal according to my midwife. we know that a boy or a girl will join us sometime in december. we know i will be birthing with midwives at our local hospital. we know there will not be any sort of birthing plan. we know that the baby will be considered an american straight from birth and will not have dual citizenship or any rights in australia, as for it's spirit...well that is not left up to logistics. the neighbors have informed me that if the baby ever enters into the olympics as a swimmer the aussies do get to claim it...so now we know that too. we know we will be buying this child everything kangaroos for the rest of it's childhood, even though elephants seem to be the animal surrounding this pregnancy. we know that after the baby arrives the first thing we will buy will be this elephant from melbourne artisit jenni harley, i just need to know whether to order the boy or girl version. we know that the neighborhood kids will be waiting in the driveway the day we bring baby home. we know we have around 118 days left till baby arrives cause the girls across the street informed us yesterday. we know that if all the pieces fall together tamara will be there to document the birth and soon after we will share parts of that with you. we know that i have purchased an apricot bonnet for a girl and a charcoal dimple hat for a boy...both handmade by australians. we know quinn wants a boy and tate a girl, and that i have dreamt of both. we definitely know that come boy or girl we will all fall madly and deeply in love...as if we haven't already.
ps. maybe sometime soon i can put my struggles into words...it's all a bit foggy and i still feel i am peeling away layers. each week i seem to break it down just a bit more. with a baby growing in my belly there is no more room left for holding onto to many of those emotions, and it seems to me the babe is pushing them right out of me.
pss. the photo...just moving things around. nesting.