We have about 6 weeks until Twig3's arrival here at the Twig House. We've been working to get his room cozy and ready for him--somewhere for him (and me!) to hide away from the rough-housing of the older boys. His time to join them will come quickly, so I'm eager to cuddle and snuggle him until then! The print from Wayne Pate is on it's way here, and I'm eager to get it framed and hung in it's new home. It's relatively large (16x20) and I'm at a loss as to where to position it on the wall since the panels go a bit more than halfway up the wall. I guess I'll have to play around with it when it's finished.
My emotions are all over the map as far as welcoming little man into our family. Of course, he is awaited with great anticipation...but part of me can't help but wonder if maybe we've gotten a little too lucky thus far. See, we have two really fantastic boys already...can one possibly be blessed three times over?
On another, sillier, note...I have been joking with Husband that I now feel like a walrus. I feel like it's a 12 step process to turn over in bed and I mostly scooch around from place to place. :) Really though, I feel pretty good and I don't feel bad about myself...so no comments trying to make me feel better. I think most 34 week preggos would admit to feeling like a larger than normal mammal! It is fleeting, all will be back to normal soon...but until little man comes...Wonderful Womanly Walrus instead of Tiny Twig...eh? :) :)