I know. I’m no fun anymore. All I do it obsess over this dumb package, which so happens to be 1,390 miles from where it needs to be right now. 1,390 miles between me alone and me with babelet, who I’ve been much more comfortably calling by name these days.
I’ve also been getting little peeks of him almost daily now–his foster mom rocks. This is how much: she sent four pictures of him taken right after his bath yesterday. He’s got the most gorgeous, clear skin and beautiful, big, brown eyes and chubby little cheeks. I just can’t wait to kiss them–and that little ramble shows just how bad I have it. With every single picture, I’m falling deeper and deeper in love.
Oh, my God. I’m going to be a mom.