We are in the final five weeks.
Five weeks until our little family of three turns into a family of four.
Five weeks until incredibly sleepless nights and endless diaper changes.
Five weeks until tiny onesies and the sweet smell of baby.
Five weeks until toothless, gum filled grins enter our house.
Five weeks until I can stop fretting about being pregnant.
Five more weeks until I start worrying about raising another daughter, sibling rivalries and being able to do it all.
Five more weeks until we meet her.
Her, our still nameless daughter.
The one who forms right angles in my belly and dances each day around midnight.
Her, the baby we took years to decided whether or not to have and now can hardly wait for her introduction.
The one who will inherit tons of tutus and pink and purple.
Addison's little sister.
Our littlest lady.
Who will she be?
In her infancy will she only be calmed by the soothing voice of her father?
As a toddler will she endlessly seek the shelter of my lap?
Will she demand hairbows and skirts and be in love with all things Princess?
Or will she wear ponytails and jeans and not be caught without her shin guards?
Will she have dark hair and chocolate eyes like her father?
Will she share her sister's cheeks?
Will she be feisty or sweet or a mix of two?
Will she like tummy time and stories, rocking slowly and the cat?
How will she feel about green beans?
Five weeks to get the house organized.
Five weeks to fill the drawers with sweet baby clothes and decorate the nursery.
Five weeks to stock pile sleep, patience and sanity.
Five weeks until our world is turned wonderfully upside down again....
Just five more weeks.