The Whole 9 Yards

Life through my eyes.


Dear Amelia

Hi my sweet love. Today we are 38 + 2. It’s our second night sleeping in the living room, spending the most time we can with your big brothers Popoy and Peanut! Lately, mommy has just been resting, spending time with daddy, and thinking about you of course. I’ve been off my phone for a few days. I just want to be in moment, connecting with my body and you. Watching out for signs of your arrival.

Today was a good day. Mommy woke up feeling recharged and refreshed. Daddy took the boys out for a bath, then we got ready to go the mall. We stopped by a bakery close to our home. Mommy got a peach iced tea while daddy had coffee. We then drove to the mall to walk around but we didn’t stay for long because mommy was having a hard time walking. So we went home and rested. We doordashed some loco moco and then took a nap. When we woke up we went out again and bought a few things for our home. A shelf for the entryway, hooks for daddy’s closet, and I bought some clothes for myself too. We did more errands when we got home then your daddy set up the living room for us to sleep in again.

It was nice to spend some uninterrupted time with your dad. At one point in homegoods, I guess he was thinking about the future, and he blurted out “we’re gonna be parents soon”. Your dad and I had our fair share of challenges these past nine months, but at the end of the day it will always fall back to how much I love him.

Now we are just waiting for you. You are coming anytime, and we are so excited, anxious, and we’re just trying to keep ourselves calm and busy at the same time. We’re both so eager to meet you our precious daughter. We’re ready for you sweet Mia.

Looking forward to many many more days like this in the future with your dad and with you… and Popoy and Peanut of course 🙂

You are kicking and rolling in mommy’s tummy at the moment. Are you gonna keep mommy up all night again?? LOL I love you so much Amelia! Sweetdreams my sweet love.



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