On our last night as a family of 3 Tucker and I went to Los Arroyos for Mexican, searched high and low at Market District for my intense craving of caramel apples and then drove through The Willows with the windows down while getting Fall front porch inspiration. It was perfect weather. You could almost taste a bold inky red wine and Halloween candy. We came back and watched Nashville, had an apple with caramel on the side to try and fulfill my caramel apple craving, dealt with P’s upset belly, listened to the rain and wind whip against the house and got up for a midnight snack (graham crackers + milk for me and fiber one brownie + milk for T) and then snuggled up tight after many tears were shed of being nervous/anxious/excited for the delivery and next chapter of life.
Unedited Final Pregnancy Blog
This morning I kissed Tucker goodbye and with a “see you tomorrow” and no time for tears he was on his way back to Cincinnati. Next time I see him he’ll be holding my hand and coaching me through labor. As I type this I am holding back tears because it feels so unnatural to spend this last day at home by myself but this wouldn’t be “us” without baseball or a crazy schedule.
Today I am laying in bed with P snuggling up tight. Last day of just the two of us snuggling. P has been my bestest friend for the last 8.5 years and I pray he transitions perfectly into being a big brother. That may be my biggest concern since he’s been our baby for so long but I think he’ll love his new role as big brother. He can always be soothed with endless amount of rawhide chips and getting a blowout if he has transitional issues…with a side of his doggy Xanax.
I’m so excited for the offseason. Fall, the 4 of us taking walks around the neighborhood, football and wine in the basement, breakfast dates, cooking and staying in with our favorite wine while we obsessively glance at the baby monitor, sitting on the back patio making s’mores, our first Halloween as a family of 4, painting pumpkins, so many memories, seeing the world through the eyes of Tatum, watching Tucker become a dad, the laughs, the tears, the exhaustion, the naps, coffee runs, the grind of getting my body back, balancing a new life but probably a life we couldn’t ever imagine being any different than what it will become.
I’ve prepared every other day to spontaneously go into labor. I put dishes away before bed, take a hot shower anticipating it to possibly be my last long shower before heading to the hospital, shave my legs, paint my nails every 4-5 days, schedule a pedicure every other week, add little things to the hospital bag, vacuum, empty bathroom trash cans to avoid P getting into them when this mama heads to the hospital, update my ridiculous labor playlists ranging from Jason Aldean to Lil Wayne and I’ve kept an updated grocery list. Here we are inducing tomorrow.
Every piece of clothing is washed, every dish is put away, postpartum padsicles are in the freezer, the wood floors are vacuumed, the planner is updated with every item/bill to be paid for September, the closet is still missing a door and using Tucker’s old polo shirts as curtains, fall candles are lit, hospital bags are packed, pregnancy journal is filled out and my nails are freshly painted. I think I am ready. Now to relax and watch trash tv until tomorrow…but first a trip to Dairy Queen for a heath bar blizzard. We deserve it baby T. 💙🙏
OMG!!!!!!!!! It is happening!!!!!! SEAUX EXCITED!!!!!!!!!!!! Good luck! I love y'all! Cant wait for the juicy details 😉 XOXO
So happy for you guys! Such a sweet family!