The below freezing days have been piling upon one another lately, rendering us homebodies doing our best to stay entertained indoors most days and evenings. When we do venture out, a brisk walk with Nico around the block is all it takes to transform our fingertips into icicles, so we've been leisurely finding fun ways to pass the time inside. For Biet, this mostly means dancing to her two favorite albums over and over and over again (I love Little Richard and The Beatles, but really, how many times can you shriek with excitement at the sound of the same song?), and chasing Nico relentlessly. For me, sorting itty bitty second-hand baby clothes, re-organizing the furniture in the living room (again), and daydreaming about his arrival helps pass the time. Two days. Two days until due date. Of course I know that it could be two hours, or two weeks, or anything in between, but the arrival of his estimated due date will be such a monumental event that I can't help but notice the minutes ticking by. The twenty-first of February is a day that has been in the forefront of our minds for three quarters of a year. If he has arrived by then, I will be in heaven. And if not, I have decided to do a major pregnancy photo shoot on that day. I never got around to doing it with Biet when I was still pregnant on her due date, and then she was born the very next day, but I would love to document my body after 40 weeks of pregnancy. Because its kind of truly amazing that my body can transform, stretch, and grow a human being for 40 weeks, and I want to honor that. So whether or not baby boy is here by my due date, it will be a beautiful day. I cannot wait.
