T-Minus Three Months

As my babycenter.com app likes to remind me via email each Friday, our little man is growing at an incredible rate and we’re getting pretty dang close to our delivery date.

Our son-in-waiting first made his presence known when he was five weeks, er, developed? It seemed like we were going to be ‘five weeks pregnant’ for an eternity. Now, six months in and counting, those first few weeks seem like eons ago, and it’s hard to remember a time when we weren’t eagerly awaiting his arrival.

And the anticipation isn’t solely limited to us either; soon-to-be grandparents, aunts and uncles are all readying themselves for what will be the first member in our shared-family’s next generation.

In preparing for his arrival, Megan and I decided to give our son something we both lacked—photographic evidence of a pregnant mother. Personally speaking, my own inability to find a single photo of my mother pregnant led to all sorts of irrational fears as a child; such as adoption or perhaps, that I’d been switched at birth. But since I really lucked out in the parent department, the joke would be on them, now wouldn’t it?

To leave no doubt in what is sure to be our little hypochondriac’s mind, we’ve passed around his first ultrasound picture to the very family members previously listed. Actually, he’ll probably be way less neurotic than I was between ages 6-9, due in no small part to his mother’s genes, as she is, and has always been, a rockstar.

So take heed little man, here’s a glimpse at your closest kin, all eager to meet you. And what a lucky little man you are to be surrounded by such phenomenal people. Each and every one a gem. Each and every one a gem.

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