I'm 35 days away from my due date, and I couldn't be more excited. I cannot wait to meet this little girl or boy!!! I keep looking back at newborn pictures of Cole and my heart leaps with excitement—"We're going to have another one of these! Eeek!"
But I'll admit, a thought has crossed my mind.
"What if we have an ugly baby?"
Our son was shockingly adorable (we were prepared for a pasty, bald, only semi-okay looking child—it's all about lowered expectations, people), but what if this kid isn't so lucky? What if Cole took all of the "cute genes"?
I know, I know, I know. I'm horrible for saying this, and no matter what, I know that I'll love my child. Even if it's a big-headed-wart-ridden-baby that closely resembles Shrek. In fact, if that were the case, I'd probably love it more (sorry, Cole), because I'd feel defensive of my poor little troll-like offspring. It's like that animal at the shelter, the one you just have to adopt ,even though it's ridden with fleas, has a lazy eye, and neurotically chews its limp paw. Don't you just love those animals that much more?!?
All kidding aside, as long as my baby is healthy and happy—and doesn't completely tear my vagina apart—I'll be a very happy Mama. Shrek baby or Cinderella (I'm still convinced it's a girl), I absolutely cannot wait to smother this baby with a million kisses. Hurry up time. I'm not very good at being patient when I'm excited about something (you might remember me writing this post last time I was pregnant).