Ready?

All together now, deep breath.

Maternity leave started today, and praise, praise, praise the Lord. I didn't realize how much of a weight I was carrying around over work until it was lifted from me. This last month has been extremely stressful. And honestly work has been the only thing keeping me from saying I am ready for this baby.

So now that work is no longer an issue...are we really ready?

Hospital bag - almost packed

Nursery - complete, minus a few touches (The wall above the crib where his name will go is empty, and the picture frames are empty. Brandon thinks we should leave the picture frames as is, like modern art.)

Rested up - um, not so much, blasted middle-of-the-night bathroom breaks

Grocery stockpile - impressive, almost complete

Big brother - no stinkin clue what is about to happen to his world

I am most certainly ready to lie flat again, to crouch over, to be able to walk without a limp, to paint my toenails, to eat a turkey sandwich.

To hold my biggest baby again, rock him in the rocking chair, have him sit on my lap instead of my knee, chase him around the yard, dance and jump up and down with him.

To meet my littlest baby, see who he looks like, give him his name, feel the love that I have for Trey for someone else, watch Brandon and the grandparents fall in love again, watch him fall in love with his big brother, soak up every moment of his babyhood.

Ready? Guess so. Ready or not, here he comes!