I sincerely believed that these photos would be the last before Eliot arrived. But, here it is, 30 minutes from Saturday, June 18th–MY DUE DATE–and he has not shown up! So, maybe I will get one more wonderful session with Emily before I slump into a pile of hormonal loose ends and cry. Oh, wait…I already did that…um…last week sometime.

The truth is that I feel fine, if not good on occasion. My ginormous ankles (which I posted shamelessly on facebook) have diminished somewhat with this new, cooler weather system. My mom is here and we’ve been having fun playing with Milo, catching up, eating,  watching Never Say Never (yep, I got Bieberfied), fabric shopping, and most recently (as in the hammer is still pounding upholstery tacks behind me…) reupholstering my favorite armchair.

I have indulged in some long snuggle sessions with my firstborn, knowing that our relationship will inevitably change with Eliot’s arrival. It’s amazing to think that I will at some point know and love another little boy the way I know and adore my Milo. Dave and I have read and re-read some of our labor preparations. He’s been a champ at giving me nightly foot and back massages, and of course, cheers me on with words of hope and encouragement every day.

Sometimes I think that he might simply not come. But, he will…right?