Today was a pretty normal day. I got up before Duke, accomplished some things around the house, and was ready to eat breakfast with him when he woke. I had plans of running errands later, but didn't necessarily plan to eat lunch out. However, while we were out and about and almost done, I began feeling that this chapter was going to end - the mom and Duke only chapter. It gives me a lump in my throat just typing it.
I quickly decided that we each needed smoothies from Jamba Juice and sandwiches from City Bites and a picnic at the park. He picked the picnic table and we sat down together to have lunch. After eating and discussing all the sounds we heard and all the trucks that drove by, we headed to the swing. It didn't take long for him to realize that there were 4 awesome slides in front of him and he sure didn't want to waste his time on something he had in his backyard. So, off to the big toy we went. I watched as he went down every slide over and over and over.
And that's when I started getting teary eyed on a park bench in the beautiful spring (although summer-feeling) heat. I'm a smidge over 38 weeks pregnant and who knows when our last park date will be. Was it today? Will we be able to squeeze in a few more? I have no idea. But I sat there and tried to memorize everything about everything - the sun being out, the wind, the color of Duke's hair, how he climbed up the stairs cautiously each time, the way he said, "hot!" when his legs touched the slide, how he joyfully exclaimed, "again!" after every landing.
Everyday that inches closer to Nova's arrival leaves me with excitement mostly. These intensely sentimental and emotional days really are just here and there. But, boy, when they hit, they hit.
So if you happen to find me crying in a park somewhere in these next couple of weeks, don't be alarmed. Well, maybe ask me if I'm in labor first. But if I'm not, just know that I'm a crazy hormonal pregnant woman who is overwhelmed with love for her son.