Ready when you are.

The countdown is over… let the wild rumpus start!

30 November, 2014

Hello, Baby Boy!

It’s Sunday afternoon, and I’m sitting on the sofa with my feet up, watching my belly rolling back and forth. I don’t know if you’ve received the memo, but it’s your due date. You wouldn’t believe the number of texts, emails, and phone calls that have been coming this way, wanting to know your status. Your dad and I just took a long walk around the neighborhood, had a little brunch at Rockwell’s, and now all that’s left to do are small tasks around the house and wait to see if you make a move.

It seems a little crazy to think that you are full-term and fully able to exist outside of me. Your movements are undeniably newborn-like right now. Yet a thin shroud of uterine wall, muscle tissue, and skin separate you from our aching, empty arms. You are still getting your nutrients through a cord. The sound track of your world is made up of whooshes, muffled voices, intestinal squeaks, coughs, and my constant heartbeat. Your skin has never been dry. You are not yet a baby, even though you could be… if you and my body decided to get this party started.

The last few days have been great. As planned, we went to Aurora to celebrate Thanksgiving with your grandparents and family.

Grandma has some suggestions for your name!

It was a wonderful time. Aunt Liz and Uncle Ryan brought their puppy McKenzie, your cousins Lucas and Ryan had fun in their new Ninja Turtles pajamas, and the whole house teemed with warmth and happiness and good foods. Per tradition, we stayed up late with Ryan and Liz watching movies, talking, and eating leftover turkey and stuffing.

Thanksgiving, 2014!

The next day we decided to uphold another annual tradition, and spent the day at Aunt Vicki and Uncle Joe’s. While much of the country spends the day after Thanksgiving in the wild throes of “Black Friday” shopping, we opt to stay in and have “Cave Day.” Cave Day is nothing more than indulging in whatever we feel like eating and drinking, watching movies and playing games. It is lazy and gluttonous and so very right.

Dad and Phinn watching videos / Uncle Joe, Auntie Vicki and Baelin enjoying Cave Day.

So that brings us back to right now. You seem to be enjoying a Cave Day of your own. But let me tell you… it’s time to take the plunge and join your dad and me on the outside now. What do you say, kid? Aren’t you curious about what all the fuss is about out here? Wouldn’t it be great to meet all these people I keep telling you about? Wouldn’t you like to know what your name is going to be? And wouldn’t you like to stretch your legs without hitting a rib cage? All this and more await you, Baby Boy. Let’s do this… soon! Your dad and I can hardly stand it…

Love you so much already,
Mom xoxo

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