Little Brother is due tomorrow.
Waiting for his arrival is such a different experience from his brother’s. Then, I was determined that our baby would wait only until the perfect moment for my husband to make the last-minute-notice flight home to Omaha from Las Vegas. That perfect moment meant my husband would be present for the birth and for as long as his training would allow, exactly long enough for him to attend the bris. Big Brother waited for exactly that perfect moment.
I suppose whenever this one chooses to meet the world will be the perfect moment. I just wish I knew when it will be! Maybe it will be today so he can share his birthday with his grandma? Patience for surprises that I know are coming…not my strong suit.
Have a fabulous weekend, and stay safe and warm if you’re in Nemo’s path!