Olive Bean

As the final stretch of this pregnancy begins to end, it's ever so slowly starting to sink in that I'm about to add another baby to our mix.  Maybe the communal living is throwing me off.  Maybe it's the fact that Paul and I seem less prepared than we did the first time around (which is a feat of amazement - trust me)... though, I do believe they say that you don't put forth as much effort become more laid back with each additional child (sorry in advance baby boy!).  

It's definitely something I can't quite put my finger on though.  The impending addition of all of the things that come with a new baby is so terrifyingly overwhelming that I've decided to just accept it.  To just go with it.  I mean, really, what else can I do except be here now, in the moment?

My time with my little Olive as my one and only baby is almost over.  My little game changer - the one that made me a mother.  She's been an inspiration to slowing down and enjoying all the aspects of life.  To truly becoming more dedicated to the moment.  She has challenged me in ways that I'd never expected to be challenged (see also, dealing with colic and sleep deprivation), and continuously finds ways to surprise me (example: "mama, I'm busy" ... I don't even say that to her - where does she come up with this stuff!?).

Oh my little O.  My Olive Bean.  Ollie.  Olya.  Olive Tomato Juice.  I love you dearly.  Thank you for letting me hold you forever and for already being a fantastic big sister.