I can’t wait to see her. I can’t wait to see what she looks like. Will she look more like her Daddy or me? This ultrasound picture is clear, but it was pretty early on and it’s not clear enough to see who she really looks like. Even so, I can’t stop looking at her “pictures.”
I can’t wait to hold her in my arms. Keith put the changing table/dresser combo together tonight and I was imagining the many times I’ll lay her there. I’ve held her inside for so long and I’m excited for her to finally look up at me while she’s in my arms.
I can’t wait to meet her. What will she grow to enjoy? I think she already likes music. Whenever we get to church and she hears the music, she starts “dancing” and kicking away. Same thing happens if I’m blaring music in the car. Especially “Daisy Girl”…I mean…”Crazy Girl” by Eli Young Band. (I like to change the words for her.)
I can’t wait to show her off. It’s unbelievably fun to catch people looking at my huge basketball belly and smiling. Sometimes they get that reminiscent look like, “Oh, I remember what that was like.” But in about a month, she’ll be outside of me…in my arms, in the stroller, in the sling. I think she’ll be beautiful.
I can’t wait to hide in the doorway and watch her Daddy with her…talking, singing, dancing, being completely wrapped around her little finger. He’s my Prince Charming, but I guess I’ll share with her. 🙂